The Mountain - Cantoma

Shining Mountain, my eyes! Spindrift flying in gusts Slow your pulse Slow your pulse Tall dreams before first light Drift off to snow capped highs Slow your pulse Slow your pulse Slow, my eyes Slow, my eyes

There's bound to be a ghost at the back of your closet No matter where you live There'll all ways be a few things, maybe several things That you're gonna find really difficult to forgive There's gonna come a day when you'll feel better You'll rise up free and easy on that day And float from branch to branch, lighter than the air Just when that day is coming, who can say? Who can say? Our mother has been absent Ever since we founded Rome But there's gonna be a party when the wolf comes home We're gonna comandeer the local airwaves To tell the neighbors what's been going on And they will shake their heads and wag their bony fingers In all the wrong directions, and by daybreak, we'll be gone I'm gonna get myself in fighting trim Scope out every angle of unfair advantage I'm gonna bribe the officals, I'm gonna kill all the judges It's gonna take you people years to recover from all of the damage Our mother has been absent Ever since we founded Rome But there's gonna be a party when the wolf comes home, oh