Punchy Citra, Strata & Mosaic ridin' lean malt to let the hops SING. 
 
"Took my chances on a big jet plane
Never let 'em tell ya that they're all the same
Oh, the sea was red and the sky was grey
I wonder how tomorrow could ever follow today
The mountains and the canyons start to tremble and shake
The children of the sun begin to awake"