“Lost on the Mountain” Lyrics
Uncle B.
He’d pour a drink and then confess
These dreams I’m havin’ haven’t been the best
For all my life of runnin’ wild
Here I am standing next to the mess that I made for myself
He never was one to profess
All of his mistakes, misgivings, and regrets
But he said son one day you’ll see
How hard it is to say grace before you face the mystery
Now he’s losing the battle on the front page
And he’s doing what he can to hold his ground
And he told me son being sick don’t mean you run
When all you can do is dig your heels in
You wait around
Words like worry weren’t his style
He said we’ll all burn out after a while
Suddenly Queen screamed in the night
Hare Krishna, Hosanna, holy hell don’t turn out the light
Charley
Nothing’s pretty these days and everyone’s asking a lot
They pity your injury while taking the one thing that you’ve been leaning on
Of all the ways to be wounded
You never could settle on one
Seems like life just gets harder till it’s done
You never got the name of that angel to help you out
Since then you’ve never been the same
Near the end I heard you just tasted iron and salt
Now boy remember how your father would preach
He said it’s repeat, repeat, repeat
Over and over while the bucket swings by your feet
You’d like to change some things
Before you die
You’d like to give love a whirl
You’d like to try to find
Out where the good times hide
You were born on a boat that was never really fit to sail
Three years off the coast and the hull’s full of holes
And daddy ran away from his post
And he couldn’t save your heart when it sank
In this life you’ve got no one to thank
You just spin and you sputter with nothing left in the tank
Still Her Man
He’s got the scars of fire flaming down his legs
That’s alright he don’t use em anyway
He’s got a two dollar bill from ma
Cause he’s still her man just the same
She drives him to work on weekdays
Takes some pills and she lies around the place
Waiting for Y & R to begin
She runs to the store for Sonomas and gin
And though it’s been years since the accident
He’s still her man
From the day that she followed the ambulance
To her front door and found him inside
John Sr. died
Somehow little john he survived
Through the flames paramedics heard his cries
Day in day out it picks her apart
She’d send him away if she could ever find the heart
So she’ll push him around for the rest of her life
Though he can’t say a word in return
A sick man’s mother, a dead man’s wife
She’s all out of lessons to learn
Tail End of August
Tail end of august, last of the heat
We were all throwing knives behind the house shirtless in the breeze
At some old dresser that someone had just moved out
And I was getting drunk and wondering what you were all about
I don’t recall how it happened
Did I kiss you or you kiss me
And was there anybody watchin’
That your boyfriend would believe
Now you don’t have to leave this town
He’ll understand you stood him up again
And you said it yourself that he don’t own you
Cause it ain’t the easiest thing to do
Standing here before you
Askin’ you to put off plans for a while
Call off the messenger, go back to sleep
And dream not of what you might lose but what you stand to keep
We sat out the dance together and we
Stayed up till three
And I was actin’ like it’s over cause that’s how it must’ve seemed
But then you held my hand so tightly
I got weak in the knees
Now I don’t have to tie and bind up all my memories
Lost on the Mountain
Lost on the mountain looking for the track
North of the saddle should’ve brought me back
But something split up my headwall
And slowed my decent to a crawl
When I asked the man with the beard of snow
Just exactly which way I should go
He said try back up the hill to the lower of the lakes
Don’t waste your time man don’t be late
When those fishermen let out their lines
They’re going to show you a hell of a time
What happened to the man with the beard of snow?
Just exactly which way did he go?
He flew the coop he ain’t coming back
There goes my ticket to finding the track
If I don’t get back by curtain call
There’s no telling how much rain will fall
How far from Echo Lake could I be
I’ve got an army of marmots following me
I knew I should not have drank their wine
But they sure did show me a hell of a time
I think there’s something they should know
That I found my way back as flies the crow
Now that I’m reaching the end of the feat
I’m outta water blisters cover my feet
I hope twenty years didn’t just pass me by
I never should’ve touched ‘Ol Rip’s moonshine