The Ride from Triumvirate by Lewis & Clarke

In the light we look to find
The balance we all crave
Soon in time we all take flight
And marvel at our wings
Comfort compass draws us in
Circle starts when we begin
These first steps, we hesitate
Footsteps we all follow in
It is colder outside and you're only a child
You are poised, bursting, awake
And graceful...in time

While the mountains inside of you
Are frozen stories calling you
Along for the ride

Arms outstretched eclipse the sun
In balancing you sway
A rhythm of the autumn light
Departure and decay
River, mountain, sand and stone
We trace the lines and we follow home
The path between us will guide your flight
Trust in both, and your perfect sight
Your arms are not yet wings
But they will be... in time
Rise and fall, the shadows will speak
Keep it steady and shine

When the mountains inside of you
Are the frozen stories calling you
Along for the ride

High above the painted night
We carry our first breath
Without a word and without a sound
Release it from your chest
A force of nature, it's own decree
Return is rested, finished and free
Looking up is the glance that it takes
To forget and forgive our mistakes
When it all falls away, all that’s left is the chance
We were meant for this place, we were meant for the task

When the mountains inside of you
Are the frozen stories calling you
They will rush upon your heels
And pull you with a grip of steel
Home from the ride

• Folk
• art folk
• avant folk
• indie
• indie folk
• Pennsylvania