Crooked Still - Mountain Jumper Lyrics
Strolling in the desert long beneath the crescent moonIn the boomerang action of the noon gang I climb the hills and I wonderThunder and the lightning falls into a barren zoneMaybe someone saw me in the forest last Wednesday night, I don’t know.I visit all the time but then again I try to not to be seen, in the green.‘Cause I’m a mountain jumper, when I ride the night.I’m a mountain jumper, when I ride the night.I look at the bones, purplish tones, across the valley painted by the sage brushDriest open prairie waiting for the fallen stars.On a rock edge hanging off a steep ledge I climb on down into an oak treeRolling in it’s twisted limbs I float above the groundRunning from a rolling angry tumbleweed down a hill, in the windSliding on the gravelly traveling avalanches on the slope, in the plain‘Cause I’m a mountain jumper, when I ride the night.I’m a mountain jumper, when I ride the night.On the high ground, shaken by a low sound, the desert looming in the distanceLooking at the sunlight dying through the blackened ridgeWater out of nowhere, flying through the air, I see the tidal wave and I’m underHolding in my breath I sink into the desert seaSwimming through the turning and churning into the afternoon sun, up aboveFloating river canyon abandoned by sand and heat and all the rocks, on the plain‘Cause I’m a mountain jumper, when I ride the nightI’m a mountain jumper, when I ride the night.I’m a mountain jumper, when I ride the night.I’m a mountain jumper, when I ride the night….
