This is where the trail just disappears
This is where their story ends
No one knows where they went from here
But I remember when they drank a toast
To a route that no one else had tried
Working up along the western ridge
Where the watershed divides
Way up there
They found their
Place in the sky
Around the fire, we told the tale
Of how they'd cut it close before
Wandered lost after the avalanche
And stumbled back to camp at dawn
But now it's been too long to hold out hope
The glacier ice can echo deep
I thought I felt a tug along the rope
And it pulled me from my sleep
Working up along the western ridge
Where the watershed divides
Way up there
They found their
Place in the sky
The air is clear and the ice is blue
You can see from down below
Curling out over the eastern side
Is a silent plume of snow
Working up along the western ridge
Where the watershed divides
Way up there
They found their
Place in the sky
