I guess I never really thought too much about
If a man was chained to his faith
Till I heard from a couple of them block t boys
That ol' Dan drowned in the lake
We barreled through Wyoming
On a drunk with Josephine
Till I found myself out'n New Mexico
Seeing demons in my dreams

But somewhere there is a mountain
Oh-oh-oh
Where the rivers gonna rise up and flood
I can hear the ghosts in that dark tree line
And the birds singing their song
And the birds singing their song
Of death and blood
One, two, three, four

Horizons stretch out forever
I chased 'em hard but misspent my youth
I just had to know where it—, where it all ends
But it's a slow sad death
It's a slow sad death

But somewhere there is a mountain
Where the rivers gonna rise up and flood
I can hear the ghosts in that dark tree line
And the birds singing their song
And the birds singing their song
And the birds singing their song
Of death and blood

But somewhere there is a mountain
Oh-oh-oh
Where the rivers gonna rise up and flood
It's gonna rise up and flood
I can hear the ghosts in that dark tree line
And the birds singing their song
And the birds singing their song
Of death and blood