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