• I sit upon the mountain
    Looking out below
    Not sure of where I've gone
    Or where I am to go
    The storm clouds drift near
    But I can't seem to care
    It doesn't matter to me
    That they happened to be there
    I feel the first preluding drops
    To the coming rain
    Like the feelings that you get
    That prelude the pain
    The dirt below me turns to mud
    As I sit here on the ground
    I think of all I've seen
    And I think of all I've found
    I sit here on the mountain
    I still can't seem to care
    That tears run down my face
    And water through my hair