Goat Trails lyrics

The mountain's high and rugged

There are no roads, nor paths

Paved, or chained for safety

Instead ordinance flying past us

So these little trails and ledges

Along the crests and crags immense

That but a foothold barely lands

Trails only goats make sense of

But alas, we scurry over to recon

And in ledged lane a firefight

Where exposure is everywhere

We are face to face in plain sight(s)

The dust and stones fragment out

Shrapnel and echoes, ears ringing

If not dead directly, then from a fall

The wind's mournful dirge singing

Between gravity and animosity

The scales tip toward death

Those whose luck falters here

Will be the ones drawing last breath

To live through those ricochets

And brave the edge so very near

To walk those awkward goat trails

Until at last, we've done our year