The first step's always there, always free.
Takes you anywhere you need to see.
Moonless freezing climb, all the same.
Lazing on the beach, all the same.
Take you anywhere and back again.

Wheel sank into mud, spinning down.
No-one now to help me pull it out.
Do I wait right here or walk to town?
Water rising faster all around.
If I spoke it would not make a sound.

Back here in my room, how'd I get away?
Don't remember much, can't cut the haze.
Clothes are nearly dry, hung by the heat.
Voices getting louder down the street.
Strangers now, familiar when we meet.

Sometimes we decide.
Sometimes we get swept aside.
No need to compete.
No long defeat.

Copyright William Echard