by Steve Passfield

from the CD 'Going It Alone'
© 2007

The wind blows lonely in the desert,
cross the dried up river beds.
Timeless bones revealing,
secrets of the dead.

If you listen to the whispers,
of the early pioneers
On the breeze you'll hear the calling,
that's been driving me for years.

Any great adventure,
started with a dream.
When you get right down to it,
It's always tougher than it seems.

What makes one man prosper,
while so many others fail.
Still the age old question,
Who goes and who prevails?

Whan all hope has been lost,
It can turn a man around.
Take him way beyond solid ground.

It can drive you past the limit.
Way beyond the call.
On the edge of new horizons, for love
A man will risk it all.

History has the answers,
So many lessons learned.
But still we take our chances,
because the fire burns.

Its one of life's great mysteries,
why we just can't get enough.
We think we hold the wisdom,
Still we're fools for love

Whan all hope has been lost,
It can turn a man around.
Take him way beyond solid ground.

It can drive you past the limit.
Way beyond the call.
On the edge of new horizons, for love
A man will risk it all.