Testo Turn back the pages Crosby, Stills & Nash

Turn back the pages

(Stephen Stills)
Intro. (Acoustic Guitar)
Sometimes i consider my pace
I'm reminded of a train
Gathering speed for the climb to the pass
In whose shadow it already lies a small metal dragon
Approaching the ever-present ascending rise
To the seventh mountain
Reeling and snaking and leaping it seems
Like it wants to come loose from its path cast in iron
But she can't slow down now as the earth has presented
A new crest to reach without barely a rest
From the last one
And you wonder just what lies beyond
Though you've been there before
And forget about the effort and the strain
Always ascending each yard adds a mile
To the never-ending pull of the steepening grade
That's before you
A valley a forest a desert a stream
With an oversized bridge for the trickle there beneath
You remember the torrent it turned to last spring
From the snows melting fast and the river it became
In the summer
Perhaps it is ruined from a fire that has scorched it
So badly that nothing will grow without rain
To wash away the blackened soil
Now useless till called upon again
In a future as twisted and far away
As the next range of mountains
So take it as far as you see and beyond
With eyes you don't use enough gather up strength
As thoroughfare gap will await you forever
You're seeking to get there for even before
It's no matter
No distance
It's the ride