yesterday the sky was golden
robs the wanderer of being afraid
to pick up speed through that next town
i point my face into the wind
to exorcise the tragedies
that come with my free will
comin' down from the mountain
trips me up and makes me feel
like i can never find my way
and if jesus calls before i wake
and i will ask for nothin' nevermore
and it gets easy to lose direction
and every one that goes down
to get back up and start to heaven
in the arms of god that comes your way
take your time as you start up
enjoy the view atop the rung
point your face into the sky
smilin' at that mean old devil
no he sure don't like it none
comin' down from the mountain
trips me up and makes me feel
like i can never find my way
and if jesus calls before i wake
and i will ask for nothin' never more
comin' down from the mountain
trips me up and makes me feel
like i can never find my way
and if jesus calls before i wake
and i will ask for nothin' nevermore