Frontier

Where I stood there was water as far as I could see
It was not the ocean but man it could have been
And I was thinking of the places where the horizon curls
Riverbeds and cities named after saints and girls

I climbed up the hill and left my stones in a heap
One by one I brought them there to lift up the peak
And I was thinking of the essence, I was thinking of the cost
Thinking of finding one more way to get lost

As a boy a dreamt of riding out on the western plains
Now I pass through turnstiles almost every single day
And at every border crossing you’ll find these questions there
Where you’ve been, who you met, if you have something to declare