Red Cliff

I'm looking over at Red Cliff, watching as the fog tickles in
Big jet planes roar over my head, I feel the stirrings again
It's been a long time since I've left here, out to where the night is my friend
Ribbons of road in my mirror, cities made of gold out ahead

Here I am looking over at Red Cliff, thinking of the days that gone past
Hot sand and beaches and wild mountain reaches and rivers that raced away so fast
I've had good times and bad nights and women and bar fights I'll admit a circus it's been
Feeding my hungers, libido and vice whirling to the stirrings within

Here's to you Red Cliff, you're like a Gibraltar to me
With your head in the clouds, your back to the west and your feet rooted deep in the sea

As a youth I had craved for the taste of the blade and like wine I flowed freely through life
I circled the globe like you'd glance at the moon, the stirrings inside me in flight

I'll be a longer time leaving this valley that I've come to call home
The smell of the sea off the land beneath me those highways no longer I'll roam
Yet out behind that horizon there are faces in places I've been
Their memory remind me of when I chased that stirring within

So here's a drink to you Red Cliff, you pillar of stone from the deep
Your face in the wind and the new morning sun
Your soul is at anchor in me
Your soul is at anchor in me