He was two hours in it, and half a world away

Pushing to the limit, out to Calgary way

He had two days to get there, and just enough money to burn

Young in years, still had a lot to learn

She had long, dark hair, black as a Wyoming night

He had debts to pay, from an Indiana life

From broken winds on them wide open plains

Hope to never get back home again

To flowing breeze off them northwestern trees

Looking for a better way of life, using up every last yellow line

To find love under northwestern pines

Hope that road doesn’t run out

‘Cause he’s looking for better way of life

Rode into town, found what he’s looking for

Held her tight, never let her go

Claimed a stake, high in the Calgary hills

From broken winds on them wide open plains

Hope to never get back home again

To flowing breeze off them northwestern trees

Looking for a better way of life, using up every last yellow line

To flowing breeze off them northwestern trees

Looking for a better way of life, using up every last yellow line

To find love under northwestern pines

© DeSoto Rust 2009