The Canyon Cup

Family memory

Eliana's canyon trophy song — big views, bigger cheers.

Lyrics

Transcribed from the recording — close to the song, but not always word-perfect.

The gold is peeling off the sky. Three shadows move without a sound. Long-boned and graceful built to fly across the dry and cracking ground.
One leads the way with heavy grace, but if you look into her stare, there's silk upon a spotted face. A midnight fringe is waiting there.
Oh, the world is a map that we're makin' up from the riverbed to the canyon cup. Three hearts beatin' in a single stride with the secret spark that she's got inside.
Yeah, they're exploring everywhere through the dust and through the open, through the open air. The dunes give way to iron stone. No map exists for where they tread. They carve a path they've never known beneath a heavy orange red.
She stops to blink against the glare. The others wait in quiet rows. A velvet flutter in the air, wherever that bright spirit goes.
Oh, the world is a map that we're makin' up from the riverbed to the canyon cup. Three hearts beatin' in a single stride with the secret spark that she's got inside. Yeah, they're exploring everywhere through the dust and through the open, through the open air.
Everywhere they go, everywhere they go, the lashes blink against the light into the fading blue.