This Is How A Road Gets Made

This is how a road gets made Somebody walked on a virgin land Someone else saw their tracks And followed them, leaving a path It seemed as though I were looking down the hill when I first saw it But as I walked on, I realized I was going up Somebody whistled behind And turning round, they seemed far below Then I came to where there Had been a fire and was shaded From the sun by the trees Figure of eight, it's our year, it always was Credentials Made of earth Drinks water Breathes air Makes fire