On Conner’s Ridge we made our stand,
The vows we swore the keep —
Wherever lay the promised land,
We would not ever sleep
Until the day we made it there.
But then, we came to rue
That we had ever sworn to do
A thing so hard to do.
On Jordan’s stormy banks we stood,
And heard a distant plea:
“Oh, who will come and rescue me?”
This bad that comes from good…
I drove today past Conner’s Ridge,
Recalled your once-young eyes,
And wished the faces we knew best
We’re more than just