Phish. Other. Mountains In The Mist. Zeneszám

Several times unconsciously I've stumbled on the path
And seen a mountain in the mist
The rainfall on my shoulders, sun rises in the East
I'm worn and bruised, but I am here at least

I guess I'm just an obstacle, a thing to overcome
If I can sneak around myself again I'll know I've won
The moment seems to hang and float before me with no end
Till I'm released, a wakened beast, I'm on the road again

But now I'm soaring far too high, a fleck of dust up in the sky
Where tiny clouds go sailing by
Pull me down today

Woven in the fairy tales you fabricate each day
Are little golden strands of truth that glimmer in the light
The colorful material you hold a certain way
Can keep us from the cold and help to get us through the night

But now I'm soaring far too high, a fleck of dust up in the sky
Where tiny clouds go sailing by
Pull me down today, pull me down today
Pull me down today, pull me down
Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh.....