i'm a mountain that has been moved. i'm a fugitive that has no legs to run. i'm a preacher with no pulpit spewing a sermon that goes on and on and on. well, if we take all these things and we bury them fast and we'll pray that they turn into seeds, to roots and then grass. it'd be all right, it's all right, it'd be easier that way. or if the sky opened up and started pouring rain like he knew it was time to start things over again. it'd be all right, it's all right, it'd be easier that way.