The Lost Frontier

Lightning gathers
Along the great divide
Sirens echo in the mist
Will we hand it to our daughters?
Will we take it for ourselves?
When the stories are told
Are we part of the ones they’ll tell?
(Part of the ones they’ll tell?)
Spokes and steel
Of a thousand wheels
Are spinning on the sand
All the dust and tears
Of a thousand years
Are frozen in the ground
From the lost frontier
A fountain appears
Unabated as the sun
All the hope and fears
Of a thousand years
Created in your hand
Created in your hand
Fasten tightly
Bring only
What you need
We will be passing
Through the fog
Of the lies told
To our fathers and sons
And the ones we tell ourselves
When the will is won
Is there anything more to sell?
Spokes and steel
Of a thousand wheels
Are spinning on the sand
All the dust and tears
Of a thousand years
Are frozen in the ground
From the lost frontier
A fountain appears
Unabated as the sun
All the hope and fears
Of a thousand years
Created in your hand
Created in your hand