Rise early The giants in front of me My feet move upon where I once laid my eyes Triangle shaped, ancestral The ridge is right on top Cold and tired, decided to go This fortress turns me on Landscapes that keep repeating They keep evolving in different patterns They keep evolving in different patterns They keep evolving in different patterns High up Witnessing the birth of a new day As we climb to meet the sun So far from the crowd, so close to what we are Move upward with the clouds At this time of mystery and hope We know the rope is holding our friendship Our friendship is our rope High up