Текст песни The Horizon - Jeremiah Walter

On the evening's edge
A line of white
Where the mountains wed
With fading light
The horizon's always out of reach

On the prairie grass
There sits the sky
Past the dusty path
On which you stride
The horizon's always out of reach

On a curve, the waves
Dance with the clouds
Like a soft parade
Without a sound
The horizon's always out of reach

In the now, you spin
To future things
Never reaching then
That moving line
The horizon's always out of reach