Ridgeline
I been pushing on a stone
That keeps rolling down the hill
Is it foolish pride that keeps me going
Or pure force of will?
Well it ain't the way I planned it
And I can't control the weather
But I wonder why I'm standing
On a hillside in the rain
And I wonder are these hard forevers
Everything there is, or are there
Times when the world is standing still?
When I could rest upon the ridgeline
Watch the evening as it comes in
Even knowing I might wake up washed out
Down the hill again
I been dreaming about Graceland
Up the river where the sunrise
Brings up roses in the springtime
And a corn crop come July
But it ain't the road I'm seeking
Nor the river, nor the kingdom
It's a vision of redemption
Or a gentle place to lie
And I wonder are these hard forevers
Everything there is, or are there
Times when the world is standing still?
When I could rest upon the ridgeline
Watch the evening as it comes in
Even knowing I might wake up washed out
Down the hill again
I would work until I'm sore
If the work's worth fighting for
It could break me on the rocks
I'd call it grace
But I'd wonder what I'm missing
My love dancing in the kitchen
My son playing in the park
On summer days
The way his smile could melt the winter
Or his eyes could turn to rivers
When he wakes up in the dark
And calls my name
And I wonder are these hard forevers
Everything there is, or are there
Times when the world is standing still?
When I could rest upon the ridgeline
Watch the evening as it comes in
Even knowing I might wake up washed out
Down the hill again
That keeps rolling down the hill
Is it foolish pride that keeps me going
Or pure force of will?
Well it ain't the way I planned it
And I can't control the weather
But I wonder why I'm standing
On a hillside in the rain
And I wonder are these hard forevers
Everything there is, or are there
Times when the world is standing still?
When I could rest upon the ridgeline
Watch the evening as it comes in
Even knowing I might wake up washed out
Down the hill again
I been dreaming about Graceland
Up the river where the sunrise
Brings up roses in the springtime
And a corn crop come July
But it ain't the road I'm seeking
Nor the river, nor the kingdom
It's a vision of redemption
Or a gentle place to lie
And I wonder are these hard forevers
Everything there is, or are there
Times when the world is standing still?
When I could rest upon the ridgeline
Watch the evening as it comes in
Even knowing I might wake up washed out
Down the hill again
I would work until I'm sore
If the work's worth fighting for
It could break me on the rocks
I'd call it grace
But I'd wonder what I'm missing
My love dancing in the kitchen
My son playing in the park
On summer days
The way his smile could melt the winter
Or his eyes could turn to rivers
When he wakes up in the dark
And calls my name
And I wonder are these hard forevers
Everything there is, or are there
Times when the world is standing still?
When I could rest upon the ridgeline
Watch the evening as it comes in
Even knowing I might wake up washed out
Down the hill again
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Writer(s): Philip Rogers Cramer
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