Steel in the skies and the road, somehow travelling far. Chasing a dream of the west made with iron and stone.
These are old hills that stand in the way breaking the line. It came out of the storm, out of the sea to the permanent way Using just available light, he could still see far.
Deep in the heart of the land breaking through the old stone. Chasing the trail of the water down through underground streams.
Working the way through the valleys and fields, grass grown hills and stone. Parting the land with the mark of man, the permanent way, Using just available light, he could still see far skies, deep time.
These are old places stood in the way. Low cloud comes to ground. The grey and the green and the bold and the brave on the permanent way. Using just available light, he could still see far. Using just available light, he could still see far.