With conventional means of release now gone
A dry and fervent fire burns
And as it builds a clearness dawns
And I can see the powder turns.
First tracks always feel so fine
And here we go into the pow
It feels like no one’s been before
And I am an explorer now.
Lord have mercy as I turn
And see me to the green below
And lead me where that fire burns
And heal me now here as I go.