Climb the Road

Underneath the open sky, where prairie trails lay,
The road rolls flat like on a road map.
And carries the thrill of a doctor’s waiting room,
It’s a flat line life with no spark on the run.
The road between the head and the heart
Is a rising peak through mist and dream.

Climb the road from prairie to peak.
Mold your dreams from mist to life.
Climb the road from prairie to peak.
Lift your spirit where the west winds blow,
Dreams don’t float in prairie dust,
Only up high in mountain mist.
Take the hard road high.

Dreams float afar, hung up on the hills.
Prairie road don’t spark the thrill we need.
A furnace burns embers fierce in our hearts,
Sending smoke signals up to the mind,
The wild mind answers, singing through the pines,
The verses echo to our heart, sings, “it’s time to break free”.

Climb the road from prairie to peak.
Mold your dreams from mist to road.
Climb the road from prairie to peak.
Lift your spirit where the west winds blow,
Dreams don’t float in prairie dust,
Only up high in mountain mist.
Take the hard road high.

The road gets heavy, the summit out of view,
Echos can sleep while crossing dreary draws,
But courage is forged in the flames of our hearts
And hearts need thrill to power a dream,
With every falter, rise and heed the call,
Heart and mind together, they’ll ascend to the peak.

Climb the road from prairie to peak.
Mold your dreams from mist to road.
Climb the road from prairie to peak.
Lift your spirit where the west winds blow,
Dreams don’t float in prairie dust,
Only up high in mountain mist.
Take the hard road.

So, let echos rise between your head and your heart.
Like the road going up from prairie to peak.
Dreams don’t float in prairie dust,
Only high up in mountain mist.