| We went to Grand Canyon and we stood at the expanse
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| and we watched the rocks change colors
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| and we watched the shadows dance
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| We probably didn’t say anything til the sunset turned to night
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| We let the spirits do the talking with cascades of faded light
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| We drove across the desert, saw the mountain range at dawn
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| Heard the thunder rumbles echo
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| against the rocks that Gods were made from
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| We drove across the wastelands until we finally reached the sea
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| and I wonder how a life so sturdy could just one day cease to be
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| I’m never one to wonder about the things beyond control
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| I stare off in the distance as I feel the highway roll
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| We roll on in the darkness to some city far away
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| Lug our sorrows, pains and angers and turn them into play
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| There’s no time to dwell upon it, it’s this life that we chose
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| that made it all worth living through the horrors that life throws
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| If the recently departed make the sunsets
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| to say farewell to the ones they leave behind
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| There were technicolor hues to see our sadness through
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| as the sun over Athens said goodbye
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| There’s a white owl out my window soft-lit in fading light
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| He’ll go soaring through the clouds and hunting through the night
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| and in my dreams I’ll still see him flying through a western sky
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| I’ll think about Grand Canyon, and i’ll lift my glass and smile |