Off the Misty Mountain
Wild flowers bind the ground
Down by the rushing river
Force will wear those boulders down
Me, I'm underneath my covers
Me, I'm trapped inside my brain
While up above the Misty Mountain
Up above the rushing river
Up above the bed of longing
The eagle takes the wind
The eagle takes the wind, my friend
You know, the eagle takes the wind
It makes me think of this my friend
Where does the eagle live in me?
I go crawling through this city
I say this city will be my home
I say, "Woman you are halfway pretty"
"May, you never be alone"
Be it scorn or be it favour
Be it but a moment gone
But I stood before the mirror
Like an open-ended cavern
Like a breath held in, inhaled holding
And I barely knew my name
I barely knew my name, my friend
I barely knew my name
It makes me think of this my friend
Where do I live in me?
It's a planet of resistance
And a whirling flame of choice
Are you my comrades in persistence?
I swear to know us by our voice
But though we lay down in dusty caverns
We are ragged as a scar
And when we rest, our eyes stay open
We are always off to war
We're always off to war, my friend
You know, we're always off to war
It makes me think of this my friend
Where can the quiet be?
But is it underneath my covers?
Or trapped inside my brain?
(Is it at the door?) The Misty Mountain
(Is it at the door?) The rushing river
Is it at the bar? The bed of roaming?
Where the eagle takes the wind
The eagle takes the wind
The eagle takes the wind