From the top of this mountain It's easy to see That we’re treating each other So fuckin recklessly We’re heading for a cliff When we should be going Down this river To a place Where the summer heat And the winter breeze bring me The scent of spring And the colors of the autumn leaves Why do shapes and colors Matter more than what’s inside Why project onto others Fears you’re trying to hide We brought this on ourselves We gotta fix it I bet I can find The place Where the summer heat And the winter breeze bring me The scent of spring And the colors of the autumn leaves These ancient ideals clouding our judgement It’s time to break them down Run away from here From the mountain to the sea It’s the bigotry Of the 21st century