Welcome to the Mountains

A gold rush, a long time, the river has gone dry

I’m unpredictable I know

I’m ardent, despondent and change is my only constant

So if you think that I’ve grown cold

Welcome to the mountains

Welcome to the mountains

Illusion, confusion, grandeur is a powerful delusion

When there’s nowhere left to go

Look back, the wrong path, tired of running up an avalanche

So if you’re feeling cold

Welcome to the mountains

It’s not dramatic I feel the static

Are we dancing in a thunderstorm

Isn’t it magic, equal parts tragic

To be dancing in a thunderstorm

We’re dancing in a thunderstorm

Welcome to the mountains

Welcome to the mountains

Isn’t it magic

I feel the static

We’re dancing in a thunderstorm

Welcome to the mountains