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You're taken by the woods even though you're aware |
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of the slippery cliffs and the big black bears |
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and the salal snares taller than yourself |
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Ferns growing as thick as the trees |
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You're looking for a flag at the top of the hill |
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It's a race against the light |
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And one false step could mean staying the night |
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That's why you should never travel alone |
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You should never travel alone |
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and you know that one false step |
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and you might not make it home |
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And so you watch for loose rocks under your feet |
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Stepping onto wet stones, crossing over creeks |
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Climbing up cliffs and over dead trees |
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You watch your step, you get your footing right |
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A broken compass could mean staying the night |
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and you should always know where you're going |
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Even if you've got a map |
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you should always know where you're going |
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And you know that even if you've got a map |
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you might not make it home |
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You take your time just to breathe the air |
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and appreciate having never met a bear |
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You capture the flag at the top of the hill |
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With daylight to spare |
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Orienteering comes naturally |
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You read the map right |
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One wrong turn could mean staying the night |
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ad though you carry your phone |
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You should never travel alone |
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And you know that |
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because one false step |
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and you might not make it home and |
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Even if you've got a map |
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and you know where you're going |
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You're still a long way from your home |
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And even if you've got a map |
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you should never travel alone |
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And you know that |
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But you're not dead yet |
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and you might just make it home |
