All avenues lead to one. Baby you can walk or run. Get there first or next or last, it don't matter. . Take it slow or take it fast. You cannot overtake your past.
Well I forded the river. I paid all my bills. Gave a gift to the giver. Now I'm headed for the hills. . I paid back my borrows. Likewise all my dues. I'll be gone tomorrow.
I went out walking up high timberline. Snow fell like kisses, the air sweet as wine. Calling me back to the days you were mine. So close to heaven, up high timberline.
What would it gain me. If I was to go?. Like Jacob of old. To the well of the world. . To wax halls where candles. Burn on through the day. To light you a path.