Phish — “Mountains in the Mist” (March 1, 2003 — Greensboro, N.C.)
Several times, uncontiously
I’ve stumbled upon the path
And seen a mountain in the mist
As rain falls on my shoulders
Sun rises in the east
I’m worn and bruised
but I am here at least
I guess im just an obsticle
A thing to overcome
If I could sneek around myself
Again I’ll know I’ve won
The moment seems to hang and float
Before me with no end
‘till I’m released, a wakened beast
I’m on the road again
But now i’m soaring far to high
A fleck of dust up in the sky
Where tiny clouds go sailing by
Pull me down today
Woven in the fairy-tales
We fabricate each day
Our little golden strands of truth
That glimmer in the light
The colorful material
You hold a certin way
Can keep us from the cold
And help to get us through the night
But now i’m soaring far to high
A fleck of dust upin the sky
Where tiny clouds go sailing by
Pull me down today
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