Mountain Song

It’s my bones (that are) shaking It’s my blood that’s humming It’s the end that’s coming and I can’t get it outta my head, no no, I can’t get it outta my head Way up on El Salto, like the holy loner said, there were singing waters spilling down that deep orange-red as the sun would bid goodnight and the howls began to rise, he would listen for the wild mother’s shudders in reply Can you hear that sound, can you hear that? Can you hear that sound, can you hear that? Can you hear that sound, can you hear that? Can you hear that sound? It’s my bones (that are) shaking It’s my blood that’s humming It’s the end that’s coming and I can’t get it outta my head, no no, I can’t get it outta my head Tell ‘em it’s the heartbeat from our father’s father’s grave Tell ‘em it’s the rumble of an underground train Tell ‘em it ain’t worth the fight, it’s the old desert plight of the chosen, of the hallowed, of the brave Can you hear that sound, can you hear that? Can you hear that sound, can you hear that? Can you hear that sound, can you hear that? Can you hear that sound? It’s my bones (that are) shaking It’s my blood that’s humming It’s the end that’s coming and I can’t get it outta my head, no no, I can’t get it outta my head Oh this place, it’s calling for you. It’s calling for you and you know it. Oh this place, it’s calling for you. It’s calling for you and you know it. Do you feel like you are missing out on something sweet? Got a feeling all this realness is a little depleted? But like you’ve seen some things too clear that you can’t make disappear I can teach you how to listen, but you never can unhear that sound that sound Can you hear that sound? Can you hear that? It’s my bones (that are) shaking It’s my blood that’s humming It’s the end that’s coming and I can’t get it outta my head, no no, I can’t get it outta my head