Crooked Mountain

The woman who read my palm today was a friend of the pessimistic In a square at the edge of town was my fortune laid to bear She said climb that rocky mountain where the sun will rise to kiss you and your dreams will flow like a virgin spring to the foot of the crooked hill Feels good to be dreaming, feels good to be here with you Feels good to be here I'm caught in the rain again, I'm caught on a snowbound highway I'm caught in the rain again, on top of the crooked mountain Like a fool I took to the woman's words being a slave of the optimistic I left my friends of childhood and the ones who saw me right Funny you don't see the sunset, and you wonder why you missed it For a year I saw the skies change till all the day was night Feels good to be dreaming, feels good to be here with you Feels good to be here With the evening shadows falling on the day I'm supposed to find you Chances are I'll never realize the picture from this jigsaw that I always took for granted Now I'm caught here in a raging storm on top of the crooked hill Feels good to be dreaming, feels good to be here with you Feels good to be here I'm caught in the rain again, caught on a snowbound highway Caught in the rain again, on top of the crooked mountain