A Dream I Have In Which I Am Soaring Over Alaska

                                                   I am always 30 in this dream

I was flying, flying over the Chugach mountain range

Soaring high above Mount Marcus Baker

That noted climber's life taker

My hair, my hair was whipping in the wind

And my glasses kept fogging over

But I could still see everything, I could see forever

I flew like an eagle through the slate blue sky

OK, maybe like a large, ungainly pterodactyl

Or some such pterosaur

Still, I was flying

Over and above and through the clouds

Beyond the clouds

Yes I was flying

Over and above and through the clouds

Beyond the clouds

I flew like an eagle through the slate blue sky

OK, maybe like a large, ungainly pterodactyl

Or some such pterosaur

I looked down upon Tolsona Lake resort

Some people were fishing off the floating pier

I remembered a girl I knew who used to work there

Soared my way towards the Richardson Highway

Made a wide circle around Copper Center

To see Wrangell - St. Elias in all it's splendor

I was flying

Over and above and through the clouds

Beyond the clouds

Yes I was flying

Over and above and through the clouds

Beyond the clouds