The bus drove off in silence, he stepped into the night.
From the big skies of Montana to the bigger city lights.
He stared into the distance, his eyes upon a dream.
Thinking ‘bout what’s left behind and was yet to be.
He learned the ropes of ranching, his father taught him well.
A noble job for someone, as far as he could tell.
But he always harbored hopes that one day he would find
Something he could call his own, a purpose for his pride.
So close he could almost taste it.
So far away he could barely see.
This could be his chance, he don’t want to waste it.
It’s like walking on water, he can barely breathe.
The nearest destination was an easy place to start,
So he walked into the doorway, he stepped up to the bar.
He didn’t have to speak, the words were written on his face:
“I sure could use a shot of courage with a twist of faith.”
She wandered up beside him, laid her hand upon his sleeve.
“This place is just too crowded; I think it’s time to leave.”
They walked along in silence, doubts and dreams within his head.
It seemed that she could read his mind when she turned to him and said:
“Is it so close you can almost taste it?
So far away you can barely see?
This could be your chance; you don’t want to waste it.
You’re walking on water, you can barely breathe.”
“But like a fish out of the water or a man upon the moon,
Sometimes you just have to try what others wouldn’t do.
You leave the boat behind you, and all you thought you knew,
And although you’re barely breathing, your waiting time is through.”
So close you can almost taste it.
So far away you can barely see.
This could be your last chance; you don’t want to waste it.
Walk out on the water, and breathe. Just breathe…