Sometimes I consider my pace
I'm reminded of a train gatherin' speed
For the climb to the pass
In whose shadow it already lies
A small metal dragon approaching
The ever-present ascending rise
To the seventh moutain
It's no matter, no distance, it's the ride
Reeling and snaking and trapping
It seems like it wants to come loose
From its path cast in iron
But you can't slow down now
As the earth has presented
A new crest to reach
Without barely a rest from the last one
Can you wonder just what lies beyond
Though you've been there before
And forgetting about the effort and straw
Always ascending, each yard a mile
To the never-ending pull
Of the steepening grade that's before you
A valley, a forest, a desert, a stream
With an oversized bridge
For the trickle there beneath
You remember the torrent it turned to
Last spring from the snows melting fast
And the river it became in the summer
Perhaps it is ruined from a fire
That has scorched it so badly
That nothing will grow without rain
To wash away the blackened soil
Now useless till called upon again
In a future as twisted and far away
As the next range of mountains
So take it as far as you see and beyond
With the eyes not used near enough
To gather up strength as thoroughfare gap
What awaits is whatever you see
When you get there or even before
It's no matter, no distance, it's the ride
