Callin' me home Callin' me home, There's a cabin in a valley, My grandpa built on your land. Your mountains are a canvas, For the makers hand. Tonight I'm fishing up a river,

Yeah, we all fall down The higher we fly the harder it feels when we hit the ground What makes a man work until it's kids too old to kiss and hug He won't climb another imaginary mountain when he is in love enough What makes a man build a kingdom all

The people found the mountain, Climbed up from that hole in the ground We'd look around until we find, we find Through the cracks in the sky And threatened to fall, And we'll be just fine, and we'll be just fine. Still I don't believe, I don't believe.

One-thousand years until the end of time we'll wait one- Thousand more dressed up in gold and white we'll climb The mountain sides to find whats in the sky we'll dig First I stand then I crawl I became all mankind as I drip From mine eyes I washed away

I'm in a band, yeah, yeah. I'm in a band.... a rock an' roll band.... I'm in a band.... a rock an' roll band.... For many a year, I was so confused, (An') Didn't know what to play. But then I met a man, who picked up his horn, An' showed us just what, to

What you need, what you need We'll wait 1000 years until the end of time We'll wait 1000 more dressed up in gold and white We'll climb the mountain sides to find what's in the sky We'll dig through mountain sides to find what's deep inside I've got

Yeah, we all fall down The higher we fly the harder it feels when we hit the ground What makes a man work until it's kids too old to kiss and hug He won't climb another imaginary mountain when he is in love enough What makes a man build a kingdom all

Every time he'd talk about her, She was a flower for the takin', Her beauty cut just like a knife He was a banker from Macon, He swore he'd love her all a his life He bought her a mansion on the mountain, With a formal garden and a lot a land But

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

Imi gdonios riios rijiaspe toutias The mountains trembled When the Antumnos' doors opened wide The ancient one stepped forth To bring to justice the grim tyrants A withered-skinned old man Divine Logos upon him His words alike the arrows in his quiver We