Colored packs up the mountain side,
Group is tired but we press on,
Left our homes at the break of dawn,
Void of week and free of time.
Climbing high can take its toll,
But we go 'cause we gotta go,
If we don't then we'll never know,
Which direction that the lava flows.
Being, the beginning,
Nothing there wasn't there before.
Going to a special place,
Encouraging in every special way,
We will play, yes we will play,
With the universe all day.