Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jabbour
Songwriter
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I'll meet you at the top again
The lift is running late
On your way down you can't pretend
The line is always straight
Sometimes it feels like we're floating
We've lost all control
But it lets up and soon we're gliding
Feeling whole
Flying down the Ram with fury
Bombing down the Goat
I never second guessed the hurry
As the wind broke off my coat
We wanted to look good going down
It was the game to play
We made tracks upon the ground
Warmed up in the chalet
If we could get a ride to Carling Lake
We'd take the Pine Hill road
When the hill was freshly draped at Carling Lake
We were sure to go, we were sure to go
Some days the ice was much too slick
We couldn't make a turn
It really was much too quick
The hard way we would learn
We grew up on that little hill
We didn't know it yet
The memories that serve us still
We wouldn't soon forget
If we could get a ride to Carling Lake
We'd take the Pine Hill road
When the hill was freshly draped at Carling Lake
We were sure to go, we were sure to go
Writer(s): Guillaume Jabbour
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