I see the world change,
Even in a short range,
On my brief little ride,
It’s here I decide,
I love living life on the move,
To see it change as I do,
I get to see the trees grow,
Through the rain and the snow,
I see so many faces,
All enjoying the view.
So many new places,
And beautifully old too.
Why stay in one place
When my life can be a race
Journey after journey
Toward another adventure
I’ll watch the world change
On this brief little ride
I can’t help but be inspired
To travel world wide.
The whistle blows, long and clear,
The haunting sound that says we’re near
Onward, onward, passing by
A land so vast that meets the sky,
With secrets many, hidden away.
Not ours to view , no not today
We travel through, a passing guest
We’re on a journey, a special quest
To experience the beauty of a wilderness free,
Not owned by man, not you or me.
A land we borrow, for a moment in time.
A land so free, a land sublime.
And so we travel along our way,
Taking the happiness of the day
As the whistle blows, so long and clear,
The haunting sound that says We’re near.