Bluechild, repeat it in your head Young man, fill yourself with dread Come home, the Hexie Mountain said To begin another end It don't feel right to see you friend And wouldn't it be nice if I could sleep in my own bed The Hexie Mountain said What happens when the well is dry Take me down the dusty side I can't find the word so I guess it's time To move on once again Down the pathless tread And wouldn't it be nice if I could let the dead stay dead The Hexie Mountain said Take me far enough to say we're gone Haven't been out in so long Noah called to write a song I'm not saying I'm not scared Let the wind blow and stick my stare But wouldn't it be nice if I could hold it off again Wouldn't it be swell if I could get things off my chest Maybe you'd learn to live with what's inside your head The Hexie Mountain said