This damn cabin’s cold.
It’s four drafty walls.
It’s home for a miner
Who’s panning for gold

A few sticks and planks,
is all it consists,
but from cold it protects me
‘gainst bears it resists.

There are mountains around.
Cause I like being alone.
The sun goes down early,
As the critters surround.

Would you mine these streams,
If you didn’t like that?
At night all you see,
Is the gal in your dreams.

Not much to read around here.
At night the earth spins all upside down.
And hell has its gears stuck in reverse,

Dogs don’t remember how to walk or lie down.
The bears are all mad from sunstroke.
They’ll come round the cabin too.

We’re going to see everyone this winter.
You’ll like the yellow color of the light.
As it bounces off the glaciers.

As you bounce off of the glaciers