Perfect Storm

Riding on the edge of bliss
Freedom in the wilderness
Eternal in a grain of sand
Cross the starry sky
We’re riding on a perfect storm
So heed the call as shadows fall
Unturn the stones where ancient bones
Illuminate the way
Tigers made of paper
Ride the melting snow
Wells run dry and tears of rivers deep
No longer flow
And the women sang in Vietnam
Grieving, cut and torn
And soon we’ll sing from dawn to dusk
And face the raging storm
Riding on the edge of bliss
Freedom in the wilderness
Eternal in a grain of sand
Mapped across the sky
We’re riding on a perfect storm
So heed the call as shadows fall
Unturn the stones where ancient bones
Illuminate the way
Bearing water, gods awake
Prometheus and Hades quake
Melting wings and melting ice
We touch the burning sun
Empty words ring below
Broken promises I can’t swallow
I choke, I choke
Riding on the edge of bliss
Freedom in the wilderness
Eternal in a grain of sand
Cross the starry sky
We’re riding on a perfect storm
So heed the call and face it all
Unturn the stones where ancient bones
Illuminate the way