lightning gathers along the great divide sirens echo in the mist will we hand it to our daughters will we take it for ourselves when the stories are told are we part of the ones they ll tell spokes and steel of a thousand wheels are spinning on the sand all the dust and tears of a thousand years are frozen in the ground from the lost frontier a fountain appears unabated as the sun all the hope and fears of a thousand years created in your hand created in your hand fasten tightly bring only what you need we will be passing through the fog of the lies told to our fathers and sons and the ones we tell ourselves when the will is won is there anything more to sell spokes and steel of a thousand wheels are spinning on the sand all the dust and tears of a thousand years are frozen in the ground from the lost frontier a fountain appears unabated as the sun all the hope and fears of a thousand years created in your hand created in your hand