Going To The Mountain

© 2011 J. Andy Delbridge (registered through the
U.S. Library of Congress Copyright Office, April 2011)

He stepped out of what appeared to be
a truck as old as he
That old stranger chose the bar stool
just to the left of me
I asked “What brings you here today?”
as he sipped his lemonade
Was it loneliness or his need to talk
the man began to say

”I lost my son, my only one,
to a burglar’s gun
Came to the city to pay respect,
my deeds are nearly done
I have no other family I feel they’re
waitin’ for me
I’ve accepted what’s dealt to me
there’s a higher plan I see”

He continued to say,


“I’m going to the mountain
to relax under the shade
I’m going to the mountain
I’m going home to stay
I’m old and worn, leaving this storm,
trying not to mourn
I’m going to the mountain
it’s not too far away”

That lonely old man finished his drink
then left the city behind
He came upon a crash on the mountain
and there wasn’t much time
A good deed from that old stranger
whom I met that day
Saved the driver from the burning danger
but with his life he paid

His words haunt me,
(repeat chorus)

News spread about the one who was saved
no longer on the run
The old man wouldn’t change a thing knowing
in that car was the burglar’s gun

(repeat chorus)

He went to the mountain, went to his family