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Headed west past the last chance at the edge of town.
Riding out across the prairie where the tall grass grows.
To an endless horizon as the sun drips down.
Where the bison and the people of the south-wind once roamed.

Well the endless expanse
holds an endless romance.
Who's permission should I ask
to be on this stolen land?

Easin' in to elevation Rocky Mountain high.
We just keep on climbing towards the Great Divide.
To the peaks of the Sangre De Cristo
down to the high deserts of New Mexico.

The only thing I take are these photographs.
They serve a small reminder of a time gone past.
The only trace I leave are these notes in the air.
They'll evaporate into the ether they will disappear

Well the endless expanse
holds an endless romance.
Who's permission should I ask
to be on this stolen land?

Easin' in to elevation Rocky Mountain high.
We just keep on climbing towards the Great Divide.
To the peaks of the Sangre De Cristo
down to the high deserts of New Mexico.
We're moving fast towards Las Cruses on I-25.
Taking I-10 west to Tucson desolation overdrive.
The sun fades out before us, Stars in the rear-view mirror.
We'll slip in to the Chiricahua's and and that's where we'll disappear