Flying Through the Scenery

The orange of the fire The catch of the barbed wire Running through the woods can cost Across your chest your breath you've lost We got here by back roads The turns the breaks the hills that roll Seconds I would realize I never want to close my eyes And here we are We're flying through the scenery I hope you turn your head To see the moon has set Miss it every time it goes The further on the less I know --- Flying Through the Scenery - Matt Pond PA