Diana: There was a time when I flew higher Was a time the wild girl running free would be me Now I see her, feel the fire Now I know she needs me there to share I'm nowhere All these blank and tranquil years Seems they've dried up all my tears And while she runs free and fast Seems my wild days are past But I miss the mountains I miss the dizzy heights All the manic magic days And the dark depressing nights I miss the mountains I miss the highs and lows All the climbing, all the falling All the while the wild wind blows Stinging you with snow And soaking you with rain I miss the mountains I miss the pain Mountains make you crazy Here it's safe and sound My mind is somewhere hazy My feet are on the ground Everything is balanced here And on an even keel Everything is perfect Nothing's real Nothing's real And I miss the mountains I miss lowly climb Wandering through the wilderness And spending all my time Where the air is clear And cuts you like a knife I miss the mountains I, I miss the mountains I miss my life I miss my life