Lightning gathers along the great divide
Sirens echo in the mist
Will we hand it to our daughters?
Will we take it for ourselves?
When the stories are told, are we part of the ones they'll tell?
Spokes and steel of a thousand wheels are spinning on the sand
All the dust and tears of a thousand years are frozen in the ground
From the Lost Frontier a fountain appears unabated as the sun
All the hope and fears of a thousand years
Created in your hand
Fasten tightly, bring only what you need
We will be passing through the fog
Of the lies told to our fathers and sons
And the ones we tell ourselves
When the will is won is there anything more to sell?
Spokes and steel of a thousand wheels are spinning on the sand
All the dust and tears of a thousand years are frozen in the ground
From the Lost Frontier a fountain appears emanating as the sun
All the hope and fears of a thousand years
Created in your hand
