text: Standing on the edge of a cliff
  I start to slip
  Don’t mind if I slide off
  Now I feel my mood start to lift
  I find my grip
  And the screaming fades away below
  I grab myself and spin me around
  I start to sprint
  I climb down to steadier ground
  If I could bushwhack it on back to the shack
  Behind those hills
  I’ll find the world is finally still
  Run through pale dark woods
  To that sugar shack
  Breathe warm steam and hide
  In that old sugar shack
  Boiling heat
  Maple steam
  Frozen snow
  Then it flows
  When you leave
  Your maple dream
  Wait