I Miss The Mountains
Diana:
There was a time when I flew higher,
Was a time the wild girl running free
Would be me.
Now I see her feel the fire,
Now I know she needs me
There to share--
I'm nowhere.
All these blank and tranquil years--
Seems they've dried up all my tears.
And while she runs free and fast,
Seems my wild days are past.
But I miss the mountains.
I miss the dizzy heights.
All the manic, magic days,
And the dark, depressing nights.
I miss the mountains,
I miss the highs and lows,
ALl the climbing, all the falling,
All the while the wild wind blows,
Stinging you with snow
And soaking you with rain--
I miss the mountains,
I miss the pain.
Mountains make you crazy--
Here it's safe and sound.
My mind is somewhere hazy--
My feet are on the ground.
Everything is balanced here
And on an even keel.
Everything is perfect--
Nothing's real...
Nothing's real.
And I miss the mountains.
I, I miss the lonely climb.
Wand'ring through the wilderness.
And spending all my time
Where the air is clear
And cuts you like a knife--
I miss the mountains...
I miss the mountains...
I miss my life.
I miss my life.
Autor(es): Brian Yorkey / Tom Kitt