Far away up a paved street br to a dirt trail br to a path br off road br and then by foot br by a mountain br and under the sun br heaven br and star. br br It wasn’t snowing then, br but cold enough to frost your breath. br We never turned around, br none of us turned, br but if one of us had br we would have seen straight out br across the plain 10,000 feet below br and straight on to infinity. br we would have seen the farmers br and the cities, br peace and tranquility, br hope and civilization. br But none of us turned around.