Moab Lyrics

Burnt orange and violent green

All that's dead and dying seems

To fade away to new horizons

So pack your bags like tourists do

I'll name the mountains after you

And talk to them down 180 W

I'm not afraid of rocky edges

I've never cared about scraped knees

But those quiet whispers in the wind

I'm scared of listening

Yellow flowers and juneberries

Face the sky without protection

They survive and so will I

Without you, oh without you

I'm not afraid of rocky edges

I've never cared about scraped knees

But those quiet whispers in the wind

I'm scared of listening

So many hours passed on rocky roads

I'm reaching out, but you don't know

Oh the trouble is I never leave when it's time to go

I'll ask the sky between the arches

I'll wait for whispers from the breeze

And those quiet answers on the wind

Oh I'll be listening