Way of the West

West Texas, I come and I go.

To feel you in the rustle of the tumble weed.

The warmth of the sun.

The energy of the eagle.

The fade of the sunset.

To remember when the wind whispers

and the memories flow,

To be patient in the peaks and the valleys,

for peace lives in the highs and the lows.

West Texas, I come and I go.