by tyler stenson © 2010 — ASCAP
The world started to run
With the turning of the sun.
Cities rose from towns
And Quiet turned to Sound
But that place stayed the same-
That’s Wyoming
So, the legends say
That explorers tried to explain
But the beauty that they found
Was too much to write down.
So, as fiction,
They believed to be Wyoming.
Where the clearest sunny days
Can quickly turn to rain
But we don’t mind,
Because all of the sweetest smells remain.
I know Adam has never seen such a scene
(In neither Eden or his dream)-
Even Eve would stop to stare
At God’s most perfect square.
That’s one thing I believe;
He made Wyoming.
Where the clearest sunny days
Can quickly turn to rain
But we don’t mind,
Because all of the sweetest smells remain.
All the years hang on the wind
Above this last good plot of land.
I hear it echo in the trees.
I hear it’s whisper on my knees.
Even Dust can be a king
In Wyoming.
Yes, even Dust can be a king in Wyoming.