I was the first born on this western coast Man, I was fed this destiny With its painted deserts and forgotten ghosts My roots begin and end with me They end with me I lost my coat and my hide then In the mountain's hollow rush Still can't believe how fast it turned From a comfort to a crutch I sat a while, I heard the mountains ring They revealed it all and not a goddamn thing I'm having trouble telling between My life and my dreams these days Or are they just The same old dust and clay The sentence handed me was ruthless But baby I became immune When I learned to turn my exile Into holy solitude I sat a while, I heard the mountains ring They revealed it all and not a goddamn thing I'm having trouble telling between My life and my dreams these days Or are they just The same old dust and clay Or are they just The same old Dust and clay Or are they just The same old Dust and clay