always another ridge to cross

the light is soft the clouds all promise rain
the music tells us of far distant trees
thoughts circle at high speed within my brain

we are caught unready we bear the human stain
of choice between the still air and the breeze
the light is soft the clouds all promise rain

in middle distance there's the towering crane
the man who operates it what he sees
thoughts circle at high speed within my brain

the tree becomes a stag now with the pain
the bands around my head oh how they squeeze
the light is soft the clouds all promise rain

the onward march's naught but struggle and strain
no ideas that release no word that frees
thoughts circle at high speed within my brain

with sharper light we won't see things more plain
the torment will not bring our minds to freeze
the light is soft the clouds all promise rain
thoughts circle at high speed within my brain