Sleeping Mountain -

I hear the distant roar

As the waves cut into the bay

Just like the hungry words

That’s eaten this thing away

Whoa!

I can feel it disappearing

Underneath that cool veneer it’s boiling hot

And one day soon I know you’re going to blow your top

Like a sleeping mountain — lying there waiting to blow

And some day It’ll rise up

Rise up so high

And there’ll be a cloud of smoke

Across a magenta sky

Whoa!

I can feel the lava flowing

Underneath that cool veneer it’s boiling hot

And one day soon I know you’re going to blow your top

Heading down that icy slope, crystal pure

Behind the rugged beauty of your tranquil shore

Like a sleeping mountain — lying there just waiting to blow

Like a sleeping mountain — lying there just ready to blow

Never seem to notice if it’s dusk or dawn

Might as well be naked in a thunderstorm

And underneath that cool veneer it’s boiling hot

One day soon I know you’re going to blow your top

Like a sleeping mountain — lying there just waiting to blow

Like a sleeping mountain

Come on and let me feel the lava flow