I miss the mountains, I miss the highs and lows, All the climbing, all the falling, All the while the wild wind blows, Stinging you with snow And soaking you with rain— I miss the mountains, I miss the pain. Mountains make you crazy— Here it’s safe and sound. My mind is somewhere hazy— My feet are on the ground. Everything is balanced here And on an even keel. Everything is perfect— Nothing’s real… Nothing’s real! And I miss the mountains! I, I miss the lonely climb. Wand’ring through the wilderness. And spending all my time Where the air is clear And cuts you like a knife— I miss the mountains… I miss the mountains… I miss my life. I miss my life.