My mom use to sing about a mountain

And a town that lay silent below

She sang of valleys of treasure

A sage brush mountain

With salmon skies set aglow

I may have been nine

when I found sage brush mountain

looking at the River bend

I could hear the pattern of wind

Silent whurling white flurries

I thought, "this may be a true godsend"

So thank you For the sage brush meadows

Cause so many just see ghettos

oh I know

know that you know

Guess the mind is truly subject

To the home in which it grows

It surly shows

Oh It surly shows

Time cycles on sagebrush mountain

It's there I will go

To see the pale snow

Alone in my mind

I ran up sage brush mountain

I had no service to send

It was here I started to find

This place killed my slight worries

Sagebrush mountain had something to lend

Everything's just fine, you still have time

Time, time, to grow

Time to know

It's strange but I've found

When you're by yourself for miles

You start to understand

what it actually feels like

what it feels like to be alone

So thank you For the sage brush meadows

Cause so many just see ghettos

Oh I know

know that you know

Guess the mind is truly subject

To the home in which it grows

It surly shows

Oh It surly shows

Time cycles on sagebrush mountain

It's there I will go

To see the pale snow