No Straightlining

Happy, intrepid adventurers are we
Going to the mountains to have fun
I needed to be reminded
Of the flying freedom on the slope

At first it all seemed like a risk
On my first run I was tense
But I remembered how to move
It was there inside me

Waiting for the opportunity to come out
And out there we're like a school of fish
It's a kind of dance
And it's flying in the terrain park

Oh, humanity, why do we pray this way?
We ride chairs safely through the void
There are Mardi Gras beads in the pines
Someone threw them there in celebration

Do you want to join in?
I do!
And we're off on another adventure
Thank you for another wonderful day