Tall stories from pike's peak A railway creeps out to the northeast A dusty ruffle of roads line it's throat Cold and stoned we all in awe with this Another world that's made of blood sweat and tears Ataraxia comes in the form of disclosed heart Tall stories from pike's peak A railway creeps out to the northeast A dusty ruffle of roads line it's throat Took a bus up the mountain top The driver told us a tall tale Of an old man with a whole lot of heart From pike's peak It comes and goes through your flesh and blood It goes out to all and I It comes and goes through your flash and blood It call out to me Count your blessings he said A life of one thing could go up in flames Count your blessings he said Thank god Through some hell and back Through the darkest days