one day i packed my bags and ran
for the mountains tall and lovely
fo escape all the pain i can
and to see the world pass slowly

the suitcases backed full behind
my lover and i never looked back
as we drove a long tiring ride
hand in hand, no one could track

and so we drove out into the world
to experience what we didn’t know
we kept holding on when things got cold
arm in arm, through the snow

i don’t want new york or manhattan
run past chicago to my passion
let me live in the gorgeous mountains
let me have those perfect mountains