Mountain And Central

Wrote out lists of all your cares
And you bound them in your hair
Smoky ghosts of fires gone
Still lingered in the air

Mountains called and left a note
In the blood stains on your chin
There atop the toothy crags
Lie your papers and your ring

Mountains slice the ginger sky
And stem the blood of night
You once turned out of his lights
And now you catch the bus's eye

The restaurants on the valley floor
Still glow like runway lights
All the roads would lead you east
Back to where you came from

Without a word, without a look
You vanished into the pines
Grizzly bears, their sеcret smiles
They'd tеar you apart if they knew

You lay upon the riverbed
As your clothes were found downstream
Locals ran to find you there
'Mongst the duckweed and the bream