Carling Lake

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