Ride (3:29)

The mountains where we live sport such steep sides
The river in the valley deep they’ve let it run bone-dry
Who has let this come to pass?
What is this monster’s name and how can I survive?

Out of all the things that you can say
You’ve chosen this?
Out of all the things that you can do
You dig your deep abyss

Hold on to the hands of time
And gently ride
Hold on…
Ride

The circles where we live spin so fast
With a thousand looking eyes in one big looking glass
Can you help me find a cave to hide?
Can you stop and fashion up a quarter for the blind?

Out of all the things that you can say
You will never see
Out of all the things that you can do
You turn around and leave

Hold on to the hands of time
And gently ride
Hold on…
Ride