"Have you ever seen the far side of a mountain swallow the sky,
as you travel through the valley,
as you're speedin' still far behind...
Have you ever seen your baby getting caught by the lonesome wind,
and the whistlin' round the corners telling you they have let her in...?
...separation can now begin.
Have you ever seen the far side of a mountain swallow the sky,
as you travel through the valley,
as you're speedin' still far behind...
Where the children will blink and sigh.
They have caught a lightning strike in a jar just to watch it die.
Yes, it will follow the rain."
