The Rider

I place my goals at the highest mountain
I trace lines on the gradual incline
As the white fluff covers the barren ground
The 2-stroke fills crystallized air in time
I climb the hill as i’m laying my lines
I place my goals at the highest peaks
I dream a hill climb, as perfect as this
The gear on my body keeps the warmth in
As the white fluff covers the barren ground
My sled makes the power to walk the hill
My weight shifts back and forth carving to top
I place my goals at the highest mountain
As I crest the mountain the sled has won
The snow keeps sloughing as my can rumbles
As the white fluff covers the barren ground
The ski’s float over the fluffy powder
I take back to the cabin in the black
I place my goals at the highest mountain
As the white fluff covers the barren ground.