Hexie Mountains

Blue child, repeat it in your head Young man, fill yourself with dread "Come home," the Hexie Mountains said To begin another end It don't feel right to see you, friend "And wouldn't it be nice if I could sleep in my own bed?" The Hexie Mountains said What happens when the well has dried? Take me down the dusty side I can't find the words, so I guess it's time To move on once again Down the path less tread "And wouldn't it be nice if I could let the dead stay dead?" The Hexiе Mountains said Take me far enough to say we're gone I haven't been out in so long Noah called to write a song I'm not saying I'm not scared That the wind'll blow and stick my stare But wouldn't it be nice if I could hold it off again? Wouldn't it be swell if I could get things off my chest? "Maybe you'd learn to live with what's inside your head" Hexie Mountains said