The people back home are boiling roiling
Churning toil through their days
Homes becoming houses, near becomes far
What can you do - the people here are way too much like you

Drive down the mountain with the
Blinding snow above deep green
Between the tall grey mass
Hurled at the sky
Drive down, Drive down, A Mountain Doesn’t Change
Drive down, Drive down, A Mountain Doesn’t Change

Away go the minutes quick marching
One moment you're reaching up to hold your Daddy's hand
Next thing you know –
You're reaching down to hold your Papa’s hand

Hard, shining and ardent, the truth is held
One day you wake up and find out you don't know at all
You gotta learn once more – learn to see grace fall