Текст песни: Soundtrack Artists. Riding The Scree.

Struggling down the slope,
Theres not much hope.
I begin to try to ride the scree,
But the rocks are tumbling all around me.

If I want John alive,
Ive got to ditch my fear-take a dive,
While Ive still got my drive to survive.


Evel Knievel, you got nothing on me.
Here I go!