Medicine Bow

Sitting at a quick lube in some town I barely know

Just another map dot of a life spent on the go

Waiting in the lounge I let my mind drift away

Lookin' for some kind of sign, a small escape from the day

Bell above the door rings, snaps me back to reality

A daydream cut short this time, but I know where I need to be

I wanna cross a basin where the wildflowers grow

See the granite peaks above, covered by the late spring snow

I need to smell those lodgepole pines, and feel a fish hit on my line

The only place I wanna go, take me to the Medicine Bow