We went to Grand Canyon and we stood at the expanse.
And we watched the rocks change colors,
and we watched the shadows dance.
And we probably didn't say anything til the sunset turned to night.
We let the spirits do the talking with cascades of faded light.
We drove across the desert, saw the mountain range at dawn.
Heard the thunder rumbles echo
against the rocks that Gods were made from.
And we drove across the wastelands till we finally reached the sea
and I wonder how a life so sturdy could just one day cease to be.
I'm never one to wonder about the things beyond control.
I stare off into the darkness and I feel the highway roll.
I feel the highway roll.
We roll on in the darkness to some city far away.
Lug our sorrows, pains and angers and we turn them into pay.
There's no time to dwell upon it, it's this life that we chose
that made it all worth living through the horrors that life throws.
If the recently departed make the sunsets
to say farewell to the ones they've left behind,
there were technicolor hues to see our sadness through
as the sun over Athens said goodbye,
There's a white owl out my window, soft-lit in fading light.
He'll go soaring through the clouds and go hunting through the night.
And in my dreams I still can see him flying through a western sky.
I'll think about Grand Canyon, and I'll lift my glass and smile.
I'll lift my glass and smile.