For Becca and Alex Foss
As I sat upon a mountainside, with all the world before me
I observed the sun, high in the sky, running its daily course
And I thought to myself, Isn’t this the way things are supposed to be?
And the answer came easily, without any doubt, without remorse
All the money in the world couldn’t buy a bluer sky than this
Nothing could warm my heart more than the sweet Wyoming sun
No worldly possessions could ever bring more happiness
Than the satisfaction I feel here when every day is done
So if I ever leave this country
I’m sure its blue skies and western wind will always call me home
And I will stay on this road and follow wherever it goes
Some people may think that all I ever do is roam
But they don’t know what I know—that freedom is an open road
Just the other night, I heard the wolves, singing their song to the moon
And I thought I heard them calling my name, with their strange melodies
And I hope I can hear their song again soon
Because to me, that song is as majestic as a symphony
When I smell these pines it’s a sweet release, from worry, care, and stress
The rushing waters comfort me, and let me know I’m safe and sound
Without any help from man, the way nature planned it is the best
With bears and bison, and the trees and grass, keeping me company all around
So if I ever leave this country
I’m sure its blue skies and western wind will always call me home
And I will stay on this road and follow wherever it goes
Some people may think that all I ever do is roam
But they don’t know what I know—that freedom is an open road
Cover photo taken on the Bliss Pass trail in Yellowstone National Park
The Mad Puppeteer 
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