[Intro] [Bright, open-tuned acoustic guitar, cascading triplets like falling water. Light, airy violin enters.] [Verse 1] The trail leads to the canyon’s rim where the earth simply ends And the blue of sea and blue of sky are the only living friends Below me, white-winged sailing boats are carving out their way Following the freedom of the currents in the bay They look like tiny petals on a field of moving glass Watching all the heavy shadows of the moments as they pass. [Chorus] And I can feel the spindrift salt upon my searching face Standing on the threshold of this wild and holy space The cliffs are reaching upward till they touch the dome of sky With the peace that only vastness and the ocean air can buy [Instrumental Interlude] [Uplifting acoustic guitar solo with bright, ringing harmonics] [Verse 2] The red-tailed hawks are soaring on the heat of afternoon While the cotton clouds are drifting like a soft and silent tune They move in slow procession through the ceiling of the light Waiting for the stars to come and claim the coming night Up here the world is simple and the noise of man is gone Just the rhythm of the breakers and the coming of the dawn. [Chorus] And I can feel the spindrift salt upon my searching face Standing on the threshold of this wild and holy space The cliffs are reaching upward till they touch the dome of sky With the peace that only vastness and the ocean air can buy [Bridge] If I could catch the thermal, I would leave the ground behind And cast away the tangled webs that weigh upon the mind I’d be a speck of silver in the spray and in the sun With no more paths to follow and no races to be run. [Outro - Lyrics] Higher than the worry deeper than the sea Let the salt wind wash the world right out of me Just the white clouds ... and the blue... . . . of the sea [Outro - Instrumental] [Extended for 14 bars, fingerpicked acoustic guitar followed by soft violin fading out]
