The woman who read my palm today was a friend of the pessimistic   In a square at the edge of town was my fortune laid to bare   She said climb that rocky mountain where the sun will rise to kiss you   And your dreams will flow like a virgin spring to the foot of the crooked hill      Feels good to be dreaming, feels good to be here with you   Feels good to be here   Feels good to be dreaming, feels good to be here with you   Feels good to be here      I'm caught in the rain again; I'm caught on a snowbound highway   I'm caught in the rain again; on top of the crooked mountain   On top of the crooken mountain      Like a fool I took to the woman's words being a slave of the optimistic   I left my friends of childhood and the ones who saw me right   Funny you don't see the sunset, and you wonder why you missed it   For a year I saw the skies change till all the day was night      Feels good to be dreaming, feels good to be here with you   Feels good to be here   Feels good to be dreaming, feels good to be here with you   Feels good to be here      With the evening shadows falling on the day I'm supposed to find you   Chances are I'll never realize   The picture from this jigsaw that I always took for granted   Now I'm caught here in a raging storm on top of the crooked hill      Feels good to be dreaming, feels good to be here with you   Feels good to be here   Feels good to be dreaming, feels good to be here with you   Feels good to be here      I'm caught in the rain again; I'm caught on a snowbound highway   I'm caught in the rain again; on top of the crooked mountain   On top of the crooken mountain