Brian Frances |
On a quest in
The Impala
Heading west with the sun
Through the Flint Hills
Southern Kansas
Now the trip had begun
Zook was hit by
A tornado
Mr. Salmans would cry
Tire Mountain
Bovine Ocean
Heavy trucks passing by
In Tucumcari
Sky was starry
We slept on Route 66
World music
In the morning
Albuquerque was next
Moriarty
Juan Rodriguez
Helped us out with the tire
Lost past Gallup
On the reservation
One false map was conspired
Got to Chinle
No Ahehee
Horses roaming the street
Spider Rock was
So majestic
Canyon under our feet
The White House ruins
Desert camping
Gave our spirits a lift
And in the morning
Daniel Brune
Threw a snake off a cliff
And every other person was a Navajo
And through the arches and around them we would go
And on the mountaintop we feared that it would snow
Fairweather Johnson always on the radio
Jimmy died at
The Four Corners
Saw a car in a tree
Char in Moab
Through a table
Not a campsite was free
Saw the spectacles
Stone that balanced
They beat Hole N' The Rock
Landscape falling
All around us
So we cut short our walk
My favorite bathroom
We hear the fables
Then we took a long march
And we talked for
Half an hour
Under Delicate Arch
We abandoned
Our bed of gravel
Heading east, going up
Scenic highway
Mart'no Pizza
Cheerios in a cup
Rocky Mountains
Through the tunnels
All the trees look so green
Beaver swimming
By the dogs grave
Like a lost Bob Ross scene
Colorado
Up above you
With the elk and the squirrels
We went climbing
And for an instant
Were on top of the world
And every other person was a Navajo
And through the arches and around them we would go
And on the mountaintop we feared that it would snow
I couldn't close my eyes
Brian Frances
Tells a story
I look up at the sky
Hear the fire
Think about you
Wish that you were nearby
Our great adventure
Finally over
All our wishes came true
Hey Dan Brune
There's a midget
And he's looking at you
And every other person was a Navajo
And through the arches and around them we would go
And on the mountaintop we feared that it would snow
I couldn't close my eyes
©2005 Paul Solecki



