Have you ever been to South Dakota?
Did you go there at the close of summer?
Did you take a trip with your older sister?
Did the badlands close in and whisper?
Did you see the bison on the range?
Was it waving wheat and golden grain?
Did you feel the pull of empty spaces?
And come back east with hope and balance?
Have you ever been to Idaho?
You take the mountain pass in the snow?
Did you give birth to your only daughter?
Does you lumberyard still churn and whisper?
Have you ever been to Yellowstone?
Complete with your two sons in tow?
Did you see the man in all his glory?
Preparing for his life alone?
I don’t believe that I will live to see the day
When the sunlight in the morning is splashed across your face
You don’t need me to say what you know is true
If depression is the answer is the question killing you?
Four wheels on the road, two feet on the highway
Working all these years saying when’s it coming my way
Remember when I said hey you gotta make your own way?
Living other people lives that ain’t no way to live
You can walk all day and night
Believe me it’s alright if that’s how you wage the fight
But don’t tell don’t tell me don’t tell me how old you feel
Cause it sounds like giving up and that weren’t part of the deal