Tomboy - 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