A mountain not so tall
Sitting beside the river
A lonely day waiting to fall
Light from the moon will make
It better.

The mountain turns red
Mesmerized by the gracious moon
Into a mystical night he was led,
Cherishing the moment ,
As to keep the night,  it can't.

Water falls from the mountain ,
Everyday is a lonely ride,
As the day shines bright,
The mountain waits for the night.

If I run scared in the meadows
If I cry underneath a willow,
Do you even care
Would you dare to follow?

You have seen me smile,
Have you ever listened to my cry?
Do you even care,
I bet you never dared.

The river is the first to mourn,
As I stand on the edge alone.
One last time,
To you I say goodbye.

Boredom bored some,
but for the rest of us it became a lifestyle.

The rest of us,
who spend so much money and time,
on objects and gizmos...
Just to while away our lives.

And, on comfort!
If we're going to do nothing,
we've at least got to be comfortable
while we do it.

We've gotta work though,
gotta hustle.
The trick is finding that tipping point...
The Grand American Treasure:
To find the least amount of labor,
for the greatest amount of leisure!

So let's climb that ladder
Make money! Get paid!
So we can quickly and painlessly,
whittle away our days.

The dark is a bad place
It isn't a safe
Bad things happens there
People like to scare others there
Dark place can give people trauma
Or other people ****** drama
So beware of dark places
And stay in safe places.