I know a writer with a magic hand
He gives away his power every time he can
He could free the world if he could free himself
But he's much too busy quoting everyone else
Still we close our eyes and listen hard as we can
To this gentle voice with a magic hand

It's only what you see, what you let yourself believe
I would get down on my knees if that would help you
'Cause it's all too good to taste, so we let it go to waste
I would let you take my place 'cause there's no use in counting
And I hope to see you on the sacred mountain
Yeah, I hope to see you on the sacred mountain

I remember when he called me on the telephone
Yeah, I think it was his birthday we were both alone
Because he said to wish him luck and lifted up his pen
I couldn't bring myself to tell him all this then

It's only what you see, what you let yourself believe
I would get down on my knees if that would help you
'Cause it's all too good to taste, so we let it go to waste
I would let you take my place 'cause there's no use in counting
And I hope to see you on the sacred mountain
Yeah, I hope to see you on the sacred mountain

I went to the future and I saw him there
We were on the mountain both with graying hair
He handed me his words and I began to sing
Yeah they went like this it was the strangest thing

It's only what you see, what you let yourself believe
I would get down on my knees if that would help you
'Cause it's all too good to taste, so we let it go to waste
I would let you take my place 'cause there's no use in counting
And I hope to see you on the sacred mountain
Yeah, I hope to see you on the sacred mountain

Yeah, I hope to see you on the sacred mountain
Well, I hope to see you on the sacred mountain
Yes, I hope to see you on the sacred mountain