I sit in a plastic red cup
Watching the morning wake up
Grease on the grill, coffee black
Waiting for her to come back
Hold on tight to the golden straw
The highest peak you ever saw
Breath in deep and then let it go
Climb the stairs through the frozen snow
I feel the heat of the diner steam
Mixed with a jagged, mountain dream
She takes a sip and she starts to shake
Counting the steps that she has to take
Sugar is spilled on the vinyl seat
Rhythm of boots on a narrow street
I see the fear in her tired eyes
Under the weight of the purple skies
Hold on tight to the golden straw
The highest peak you ever saw
Breath in deep and then let it go
Climb the stairs through the frozen snow
Cold wind bites through the thin blue coat
Panic is stuck in a heavy throat
One more jump to the jagged ledge
Walking the line on a razor edge
Now she is back with a quiet smile
I haven't seen that look in a while
The coffee is hot and the toast is brown
Far from the noise of the busy town
Hold on tight to the golden straw
The highest peak you ever saw
Breath in deep and then let it go
Climb the stairs through the frozen snow
Refill the cup, clear the plate
The mountain can always wait.
