Mountains

Lucy Spraggan

Sitting in the station
Contemplating looks on peoples faces
Wondering why they're smiling
Or what troubles they are facing

And I don't know why I'm thinking it
But I just take the time to sit
And wonder what their dream is
And how they're trying to chase it

When an old lady comes and sits next to me
Says, "next birthday I'll be eighty-three
I fell in love with the world when I was twenty-four
I've lived in Mexico, Colombia and Ecuador
Sat next to the Taj Mahal
While the sun was rising
Spent a year in Australia
Chasing the horizon
So take your guitar and do what you have to do"

She said, "I know what you're scared of
I used to feel it too
You're not scared of climbing mountains
You're scared that you can't make them move"
Oh, oh, oh

I'll move them for you
I'll move them for you
I'll move them for you

Sitting in my bedroom around midday
Writing these here words on this here page
Thinking, why on earth has this taken me so long?

No one has to listen or embrace my decision
There's problems that have risen with this unseen ambition
No one has permission to tell me what I think is wrong
Because

I know what I'm scared of
I think that you can see it too
I'm not scared of climbing mountains
I'm scared that I can't make them move
Oh, oh, oh

I'll move them for you
I'll move them for you
I'll move them for you

When the most important piece of information
That you've ever heard
Is that soon you'll be sitting on top of the world

I'll move them for you
I'll move them for you
I'll move it for you