Tall Stories

Tall stories from pike’s peak
A railway creeps out to the northeast
A dusty ruffle of roads lines its throat
Cold and stoned we all in awe with this
Another world that’s made of blood, sweat and tears
Ataraxia comes in the form of disclosed heart
Tall stories from pike’s peak
A railway creeps out to the northeast
A dusty ruffle of roads lines its throat
Took a bus up the mountaintop
The driver told us a tall tale
Of an old man
With a whole lot of heart
From pike’s peak
It comes and goes through your flesh and blood
It calls out to all and
It comes and goes through your flesh and blood
It call out at me
It comes and goes through your flesh and blood
It calls out to all and
It comes and goes through your flesh and blood
It call out at me
It comes and goes through your flesh and blood
It calls out to all and
It comes and goes through your flesh and blood
It call out at me
It comes and goes through your flesh and blood
It calls out to all and
It comes and goes through your flesh and blood
It call out at me
Count your blessings, he said
A life of one thing could go up in flames
Count your blessings, he said
Thank God
Count your blessings, he said
A life of one thing could go up in flames
Count your blessings, he said
Thank God
It comes and goes through your flesh and blood
It calls out to all and
It comes and goes through your flesh and blood
It call out at me
It comes and goes through your flesh and blood
It calls out to all and
It comes and goes through your flesh and blood
It call out at me
It comes and goes through your flesh and blood
It calls out to all and
It comes and goes through your flesh and blood
It call out at me
It comes and goes through your flesh and blood
It calls out to all and
It comes and goes through your flesh and blood
It call out at me
Through some hell and back
Through the darkest days
Through some hell and back
Through the darkest days
Through some hell and back
Through the darkest days
Through some hell and back
Through the darkest days
Darkest days