©2008 Ken Bewick
Up above a rocky view, across the chasms calling you
Climb upon the cauldron’s throat, granite calved and mountain goat
Once when all the world was water
I emerged a summer thorn…

Higher than you’ve been from home, walk the tree line stark and lone
Lunar blue and Martian red, swept the valleys out ahead
Springtime grew me like a flower
But you and I were ocean borne

Blow the vents, you’ve reached the end
Granite, quartz, obsidian
And though you’ve slipped, your fall is slow
The lake a thousand feet below
Springtime grew me like a flower
I emerged a summer thorn
Ken: electric and acoustic guitars, percussion, vocals
Josh: drumset, dumbek, percussion
Michael: organ, electric piano