Blue child, repeat in your head
Young man, fill youself with trait
Come home, the Hexie Mountains said
To begin another [?]
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 trailed
And wouldn't it be nice if I could let the dead [?]?
The Hеxie Mountains said
Take me far еnough to say we're gone
Haven't been out in so long
Know I could write a song
I'm not saying I'm not scared
Let the window blow and stick my stare
And wouldn't it be nice if I could hold if off again?
Wouldn't it be swell if I could get things off my chest?
Maybe I'll learn to live with what's inside your head
Hexie Mountains said