MOUNTAIN LIGHTS Verse 1 Mountain lights and neon rain, Last bus breathing down the lane, Someone laughing through the glass, Someone saying, “Make it last.” Then a card slid down beside me, Black wax seal and silver thread, “Midnight, up beyond the city — Come alone,” the message said. Pre-Chorus So I took the road where the streetlights end, Past the sleeping walls and the mountain bends. Chorus Mountain lights, carry me home, Before the dark knows where I’ve gone, Before the candles burn too bright, Before the masks come off tonight. She said, “You shouldn’t still be here When the final guest appears.” And something in me turned to run Before the night had really begun. Verse 2 High above the Dublin lights, Black trees leaning into white, There it stood behind the rain, Every window lit like flame. Velvet faces, painted eyes, Champagne smiles and alibis, Violins beneath the stairs, No one asked me who was there. Pre-Chorus Then I saw her standing where the shadows crossed, Like she already knew what the evening cost. Chorus Mountain lights, carry me home, Before the dark knows where I’ve gone, Before the candles burn too bright, Before the masks come off tonight. She said, “You shouldn’t still be here When the final guest appears.” And something in me turned to run Before the night had really begun. Verse 3 Green eyes underneath a mask, Soft voice saying, “Don’t you ask. Take your coat and leave this place. Don’t look back. Don’t see his face.” I said, “Whose face?” She shook her head, “The one they’ve all come here to meet.” Then somewhere deep beneath the floor I heard slow footsteps keeping beat. Bridge No thunder, no sign, no hand on my shoulder, Just every instinct screaming louder. The room went still, the clock struck one, I found the door and started to run. Down the drive, through freezing rain, Past black pines and windowpanes, And high behind me on the hill One room burned red — then all was still. Verse 4 Morning papers by the door: “Mountain House Destroyed by Fire.” Names in columns, black and small, No one living there at all — Except a woman, pulled at dawn From the garden, coat half torn. No name printed, no photograph, Just one survivor from the ash. Final Chorus Mountain lights, I see her still, Standing somewhere on that hill. Was she mercy dressed in black, Or the hand that sent me back? Was she waiting for the flame, Did she know the devil’s name? Angel, servant, saint or liar — Why was she the one outside the fire? Outro Mountain lights and neon rain, I keep taking that road again. One way or another, I’ll find out why She let me live And watched them die. One way or another, I’ll find her. One way or another, I’ll know.
