road tripped up to the cariboo to visit a special someone

I went up the mountain looking for answers through the grapevines through the canyons and the birds were calling out your name yeah, the birds were calling you from the treetop, heard you singing another sad song you believed in and the dust was filling up the air all the dust in the air and all our hopes and dreams get stoned and all our hopes and dreams turn to stone I went to the river looking for saviours and my toes were numb with cold in the reflection I saw myself a reflection of me