Atop Her Golden Coast

I guess my question to you would be, does it ever get old?
Does the wind ever blow across your face and not feel cold?
Does the view up here ever not make you feel so bold?

I know I said I knew it all before and I know I used to preach and to boast.
But now, I feel like I knew nothing until I came here and saw it firsthand atop her Golden Coast.

I suppose what I’m trying to say that is no matter how far I come, I still don’t know the half of it all,
But for this life and her beauty, evermore in love I continue to fall.

Up here there’s no lying to myself, I know at the end of the day there isn’t some unspoken purpose,
I already see it all and yet I haven’t even scratched the surface.