If I could see you from the mountainside
Your tall tale would be crystal clear
And say we all dance naked under the summer sky
Would the laughter be the same in another year

Then you start writing letters
And talking about your day in the spirit world
But it donít get no better
Wishes only volunteer (?)
ëCause theres a million other fish to fry

Before the sun sets over the mountainside
Take advantage of the daylight that remains
We might be on this trail for a long long time
Stuck in the mud made by the Appalachian rain

Go on and read your letters
Running from ourselves in the spirit world
But it donít get no better
Than a a good old fashioned boy meets girl
I guess the wrecking ball will take its time

No time at all, time at all
Stand up to the wrecking ball
(repeat 4 times)

If we keep from tearing this mountain down
You know who goes right on changing the scene
What happens when the story keeps going ëround
Loveís not supposed to put an end to the dream

Now put away those letters
And go and find your place in the spirit world
But it donít get no better
Just wishing you could learn to hear

Donít say whatís yours is yours whats mine is mine
Because the wrecking ball will take its time