Roaring and soaring through mountains along a right sided climb

By a man with a plan (at least most of the time)

The crystal waters beckoned him in, but the open road called out begging for sin

Overthrown, outgrown this Aussie bushland lover’s heart

Deep within the Rockies one whispering rock to another playing querant

Do you think he knows where he’s going? The little rock asks his big brother

Well he’s wandering, the boulder says in reply, but they’re soon distracted as the Eagle has landed nearby

But just quietly, keep it between us, one Friend to another, not all those who wander are lost