Mountains, mountains I move mountains (sing) So what we gotta lose? What we gotta move? I can see it through Like a prophet (sing, sing) What we gotta lose? What we gotta move? I'd do anything for you Anything to move Move mountains

I'd lose mountains And blue skies But I can't help losing my mind for you How many more times How many more times must I cry How many more times must I say goodbye I've opened all the way

I've grown tired of traveling alone Tired of traveling alone Won't you ride with me? Won't you ride? And I've grown tired of traveling alone Mountains rough this time of year Close the highway down They don't warn the town And I've been fighting second