Letras: Genesis. Riding The Scree.

Struggling down the slope,
There's not much hope.
I begin to try to ride the scree,
but the rocks are tumbling all around me.

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

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