I'm going out to the mountains to see where the Old Man fell
Won't you come with me there and bring some stories to tell along the way
I'm awful quiet when I'm out in the wilderness
And the White Mountains can seem awful lonely when they're shrouded in mist and missing their...
Their faces now
They're faceless now.
Asleep on I-93 I dream I'm a mountain man
Way back in 1805 when they first surveyed the cliffs in this land
I am 11 and it just came crashing down
that pensive slab of glacial rock slips into a frown
I guess nature reminds us when we're due
And nature will make us pay our dues.
So won't you follow me
Up to the Franklin Notch
So I can touch that empty spot in the rocks
And build me a glass house so
I can watch the decay
from the rock-face
And when all the tourist-traps
are erased off the map,
I’ll still be watching
and missing...
their faces now
we’re faceless now
their faces now
these hills are faceless now.
credits
from Too Bad Alaskan!,
released January 1, 2011
Matthew Stoker: vocals/ukulele
Elizabeth Houg: vocals
Michael Schroeder: mandolin