we are always off to war

Ferron. Misty Mountain.



Up the misty mountain
wild flowers bind the ground.

Down by the Russian river
force wears those boulders down.

Me, I'm underneath my covers.
Me, I'm trapped inside my brain
well up above the misty mountain
up above the Russian river
up above the bed of longing

The eagle takes the wind
The eagle takes the wind, my friend
The eagle takes the wind

It makes me think of this, my friend
Where does the eagle live in me?

Oh, I am crawling through this city
I say the city will be my home
I say, Farron, you are half-way pretty
And my you never be alone
Be it's gonna be a favor
Be it by the moment gone
But I stood before a mirror
Like an open ended cavern
Like a breathe held in holding

And I barely knew my name
I barely knew my name, my friends
I barely knew my name

It makes me think of this, my friend
Where do I live in me?

I barely knew my name, my friends
I barely knew my name

It makes me think of this, my friend
Where do I live in me?

O it's a planet of resistance
It's a whirling flame of choice
Are you my comrades in persistence
I swear they'll know us by our voice
Though we lay down in dusty corners
We are ragged as a scar
And when we rest our eyes stay open
We are always off to war
We're always off to war my friend
We're always off to war

And it makes my think of this my friend
Where can the quiet be?

O is it up the misty mountain
Where wildflowers bind the ground?

Is it down by the Russian river
Where force wears those boulders down?

Is it underneath my covers?

Is it trapped inside my brain?

Is it up above the misty mountain?
Is it up above the Russian river?
Is it up above the bed of longing
Where the eagle takes the wind.

Come on.
The eagle takes the wind.
Come on.
The eagle takes the wind.
Come on.
The eagle takes the wind.
Come on.
The eagle takes the wind.