Listers in my boos,
dust on my tongue,
sky feels so far and the road feels wrong.
Every breath of battle,
every step of fight.
Pack full of doubts,
heart full of spite.
Till the mountains up.
I'm still climbing.
Still climbing.
Knees shaking,
but I keep rising.
Keep rising.
If I fall,
if I drop,
I'll crawl.
I'll drag a walk till my fingers touch the rock on the mountains.
Friends turn to echoes.
Names in my phone.
Signal fades out as I climb along.
Wind says turn back.
Stones cut my hands.
But I plant my feet like the roots in the land.
Ooh.
When the air gets thin and my lungs burn out.
When the clouds close in and I choke on down.
One more breath.
One more step.
One more promise I haven't kept.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
To the mountains.