Verse 1

Beyond the last bend where the old road ends

You carry a map and a pocket compass

Dust on your boots, morning on your face

Every quiet mile opens up a place

Pre-Chorus

When the trail turns steep and the air grows thin

Take one more step, let the day begin

Chorus

Ride with the wind through the cedar valley

Hold to the fire that you carry inside

Even when the distant mountains tower

There is a way, there is a way to the other side

Verse 2

A river of silver cuts through the stone

You find a small bridge and cross alone

Far in the pines, a hawk wheels high