I woke up this morning with yesterday's cold pot of coffee
I stare out my window and wonder, "Where is she now?"
Crumbled up papers that lay in a pile beside me
I can't seem to find the right words to write down

To write down
To wirte down
To write down
To write down

We fell like old covered bridges
The kind I'm pining to burn
Scattered along this highway
For fools like me to learn
I'm going up Green Mountain
Where nobody feels alone
An angel left behind me
And I'm not coming home

Like coal that fires thе furnace to keep us from freezing
Like the dam that blocks thе river but brings us light
All the choices we make, we know that we make for a reason
And everything we build with fire comes back with time

Back with time
Back with time
Back with time
Back in time
We fell like old covered bridges
The kind I'm pining to burn
Scattered along this highway
For fools like me to learn
I'm going up Green Mountain
Where nobody feels alone
An angel left behind me
And I'm not coming home

It's cold and grey where she comes from
That's winter in the lowlands
I've seen it from the mountains
With a crisp December sun
It's not to say she don't shine bright
But she had to lift the veil
That shrouded all my worries
And sends me down the well

It's cold and grey where she comes from
That's winter in the lowlands
I've seen it from the mountains
With a crisp December sun
It's not to say she don't shine bright
But she had to lift the veil
That shrouded all my worries
And sends me down the well
Down that well
We fell like old covered bridges
The kind I'm pining to burn
Scattered along this highway
For fools like me to learn

We fell like old covered bridges
The kind I'm pining to burn
Scattered along this highway
For fools like me to learn
I'm going up Green Mountain
Where nobody feels alone
An angel left behind me
And I'm not coming home