THE TRIP
© Buck Stewart / June 2004
Sun sinking below an edge of sky
Lights on a dark shore sliding by
Engines droning under my feet
White wake racing away from my stern
Slipping back into a charcoal sea
It’s good
To be alive
With a charted destination
But in the end let me arrive
Wide open, running hard
Feeling the ancient rhythms call
As the green waves rise and fall
Voices whisper in the wind
Better check your compass twice
Is it time to change your course?
It’s good
To be alive
With a charted destination
But at the end let me arrive
Wide open, running hard
Scrolling thoughts of wisdom pause in my head to say
Don’t get blown off course, oh please don’t loose your way
Too much at stake, the ends too close, don’t miscalculate now
Time to keep on the watch, stay awake, stay awake
Don’t tire out now, stay awake
I’m heading out for open water
To make a final run below the border
Lights from my instruments glowing soft
My tanks topped off for one last time
With the right direction on my bow
Before the flaming sky takes flight
Into the cool deep dark of night
Before I reach that last plotted mile
I have got to make the trip worthwhile
Got to fight the fine fight right
It’s good
To be alive
With a charted destination
But in the end let me arrive
Wide open, running hard
But in the end let me arrive
Wide open, running hard
© Buck Stewart / June 2004
Sun sinking below an edge of sky
Lights on a dark shore sliding by
Engines droning under my feet
White wake racing away from my stern
Slipping back into a charcoal sea
It’s good
To be alive
With a charted destination
But in the end let me arrive
Wide open, running hard
Feeling the ancient rhythms call
As the green waves rise and fall
Voices whisper in the wind
Better check your compass twice
Is it time to change your course?
It’s good
To be alive
With a charted destination
But at the end let me arrive
Wide open, running hard
Scrolling thoughts of wisdom pause in my head to say
Don’t get blown off course, oh please don’t loose your way
Too much at stake, the ends too close, don’t miscalculate now
Time to keep on the watch, stay awake, stay awake
Don’t tire out now, stay awake
I’m heading out for open water
To make a final run below the border
Lights from my instruments glowing soft
My tanks topped off for one last time
With the right direction on my bow
Before the flaming sky takes flight
Into the cool deep dark of night
Before I reach that last plotted mile
I have got to make the trip worthwhile
Got to fight the fine fight right
It’s good
To be alive
With a charted destination
But in the end let me arrive
Wide open, running hard
But in the end let me arrive
Wide open, running hard
