West; across the North Dakota Badlands
Thunderheads were hanging in the far horizon
Flashing somewhere over east Montana
Behind us our Minnesota moon was rising
West through endless miles of sunflowers
Spilling like a river into a rocky plain
Had a beer with a cowboy in Glendive
Pulled over, too tired to drive
Fell asleep to the sound of the rain
On the road
Just like Kerouac
The eastern wind and youth
Still at our back
And we sold
All the future we had left
Laid it all down on a bet, on a quest...
To the west
West; a tourist lodge in St Mary
On the border of the great Glacier National Park
Blest - getting paid, making music
At night we'd just stand outside and stare up at the stars
We hiked the Garden Wall and Many Glacier
Laid us down in fields of tall beargrass
A saloon and a three piece band
Up on the roof of this magic land
Hitching a ride back down from Logan Pass
On the road
Just like Kerouac
The eastern wind and youth
Still at our back
And we sold
All the future we had left
Laid it all down on a bet, on a quest...
To the west
Years, been so many since those summers
Those wonders and blunders
That's how you figure out who you are
Faces waving like the sunflowers
Scenes of Montana on an old post card
Now I'm pulling over for a hitch hiker in Ohio
A ghost of the Susquehanna thumbing in the rain
He says anywhere west will do
He knows the same songs that we knew
Something deep in me hears the refrain
On the road
Just like Kerouac
The eastern wind and youth
Still at our back
And we sold
All the future we had left
Laid it all down on a bet, on a quest...
To the west