The Trek - Primus

The excursion begins in revelry

But the miles compile a sense of disparity

And the day becomes perilously long

The best way to cope

When the end of your rope

Is dangling in your face

Imagine the taste

Of the glory that awaits all ahead

Don’t lose heart, comrades

It’s over that hill

It’s over that hill

The very next hill

Don’t lose heart, comrades

It’s over that hill

Paradise is just over that hill

Trudging through life

Dodging peril and strife

Filling those days

With a lackadaisical malaise

The adventure seems perilously long

The best way to cope

When the end of your rope

Is dangling in your face

Imagine the taste

Of the glory that awaits all ahead

Don’t lose heart, comrades

It’s over that hill

It’s over that hill

The very next hill

Don’t lose heart, comrades

It’s over that hill

Paradise is just over that hill

As the miles compile

And the journey still seems perilously long

The best way to cope

When the end of your rope

Is dangling in your face

Imagine the taste

Of the glory that awaits all ahead

Don’t lose heart, comrades

It’s over that hill

It’s over that hill

The very next hill

Don’t lose heart, comrades

It’s over that hill

Paradise is just over that hill

Over the very next

Over the very next hill…