Tom Richardson: Music

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Clouds lying on the sleeping hills
And as we speed by,
It looks a little like vapor trails in the sky.
Do you see that second ridge
So high and proud.
Reaching up to the vapor trails and the clouds,
That we're chasing.

Hold on hold on baby
I swear it's not that far.
Hold on hold on darling
It's just a couple of ridges over.

We've been running for all these years,
Chasing those trails.
Looking for pots of gold and holy grails.
Mesmerized by that distant ridge,
We press on.
Confident that our luck will change come dawn,
If we just try harder.

So hold on hold on baby
I swear it's not that far.
Hold on hold on darling
It's just a couple of ridges over.

So we sail on day after day,
Year after year.
Waiting for that second ridge to appear.
And if it never does,
We'll be fine.
All we need is hope and a little more time,
To carry on.

So hold on hold on baby
I swear it's not that far.
Hold on hold on darling
It's just a couple of ridges over.