seattle in the rear view mirror brooding like the child inside the man i was following the interstate way up north the father fields canadian up above the royal border the king george highway opens to the sky the mountains stand there singing out filling up my open eyes and i still can see you sleeping in a bed of moonlight seeping and i remember crying cause i knew the sun was rising rock deep rock deep all the gusts of english bay singing on an ancient radio and a young girl with a burning heart stares down at the big ships anchored far below and she knows where she is going cause her very soul is glowing and in this gentle harbor she don t need to go no farther rock deep rock deep rock deep rock deep oh my soul was glowing and i knew where i was going