The Cascade Range

Under the spell of traveling again

To see how I am all that remains

Always in the process

Of pain mistaking progress



I drove alongside California skylines

Moving on before there was time to think twice

The stopping points I would find

Moving so fast, I could only question what was mine



And if I ever came up with an answer

Then it was the painful pieces of

Everything ever asked of me



Up to the mountains through the Cascade Range

Coming down in the hours through the plains

No other places between could show me anything

But they're passing too fast to be seen



I miss the solid ground of a hometown

I can study to no end to find out

Its progress inside I needed to move

Oh to move, what's more, invisibly

Invisibly