Long drives through wide tarmac canyons to stand in the rain.
Leaving the bustle far behind to gather more mud on my sole.
I look up at the sign on the fence that means I'm lost again.
But here in the great outdoors, a pub lunch is not the only goal.

Between my footsteps, and standing atop the slippery stile
My mind is free to wander through the list of its concerns.
Descending an ice-encrusted pathway, the sun has made me smile,
Allowing me time to contemplate life, with all its twists and turns.

I have often thought of making myself some cardboard wings
And jumping from distant mountain tops, to see if I could fly.
Some melancholy lunacy makes me contemplate such things
But sounds of lapping waters calm me, and again I do not try.

It's a good long way to walk, from the mountain to the sea.
Down all those winding pathways, just one slip from a fall.
Yet it's always worth it, to be surrounded by such scenery.
To breathe the clean mountain air, and get away from it all.