I hear the calling of the treasure state

Packs of wild dogs howling in the night

Great big white mountains none out of sight

The desire for such cannot wait

because of you

Loads of incompetent fools run there too

Like the panoramic motion of what enveloped me

Rivers and valleys of love paved to shape the scene

Nothing but big sky and nameless woe to make one think

To make one remember, for it’s all he could do

because of you