Snow over the hills
I'm standing to watch the wheels
rolling over the rocks
Closing in on the trucks
The wind is blowing fast
my up quickly turns to dawn
over and over, the soil is still brown
the route is still far, I pray it doesn't last
Onto the truck I go
stationary I am
tilting left and right, I still stand
each pull feels like a crawl
At the final stop, I jump
rolling over the rocks again
closing in on the train
this time there is no return, I feel the bump
rolling up the hill
the journey felt real
I couldn't stop to feel the sun
Even during the dawn
My body is filled with holes
am tearing up and am expose
but I'm still rolling over the rocks
closing in on the hill op, the final stop.
