(Music: Andersen/Teran/Ackerson – Lyrics: Andersen)
On the mountain in the morning, he clicks into his feet
The frost upon his face, the pristine air and limitless sky, now only memories
Across the field and up the hill, to a place long gone, he passes his old street
Before the debt came due, the time ran out or anyone died, was easier to dream
What if the world ends tomorrow?
What’ve we got to loose?
Why do we make up all these problems?
Only real now if we choose
What if I see it, could I still be it?
Should I find a way to keep on strong
To push ahead, and to sing this song?
Just to want it, guilty is my conscience
Maybe the dream is neither right nor wrong
But only lives to keep us hanging on
He always thought he’d stand there, deep down he believed
But looking back to see where things went wrong and fortune ran dry, what mean the memories?
What would it take to live not wanting?
Living to be and not to make?
Maybe our grace is in allowing?
In letting it slip away
But I still see it, could I still be it?
Should I find a way to keep on strong
Or let this be the closing song?
Just to want it, guilty is my conscience
Maybe the dream is neither right nor wrong
But only lives to keep us wandering on
What if the world ends tomorrow?
What’ve we got to lose?
Why do we make these “so called” problems?
Only real now if we choose
But I still see it, could I still live to be it?
Should I find a way to keep on strong?
The essence is to sing this song
Just to want it, guilty is my conscience
Why do I beg from you the time of day
As if I’ve got something to say?
I still see it, will I still be it?
I don’t believe the dream is right or wrong
But only lives to keep us hanging on
Pondering his purpose, recalling a time when failure let him be
Before he needed proof, his face grew old or he learned shy, was easier to dream