The Horizon Lyrics

On the evening's edge

A line of white

Where the mountains wed

With fading light

The horizon's always out of reach

On the prairie grass

There sits the sky

Past the dusty path

On which you stride

The horizon's always out of reach

On a curve, the waves

Dance with the clouds

Like a soft parade

Without a sound

The horizon's always out of reach

In the now, you spin

To future things

Never reaching then

That moving line

The horizon's always out of reach