All My Mountains

Hey there Mr. Monday Morning; two days and I'm back to you I've been chasing all my mountains; weekends never seem to do City life has lost its luster; dreaming of the birds and bees I've been searching all these circuits trying to find the mountain peaks Have I lost, at what a cost, the price of life; now living's never free Tomorrow will be the answer; finding my place up in the pines Waiting for tomorrow's bounty; never finding peace of mind I'll make plans to leave this jungle; forest better suited me Take my hand and we'll find shelter way up far beyond the trees Have I lost, at what a cost, the price of life; now living's never free Now its time to find the line that best connects me to the world I need No city sunrise could ever pierce the sky and open up my eyes quite like you do my love; gazing at your beautiful design Never thought that I would go and leave everything today, those thoughts they never crossed my mind...what a shame So many people sitting, staring, wishing they could die today while I'm out in the world; a lunatic, but digging my own grave