The horses that we saddle
Pull us closer to the West.
We are like the Kings
Using mountains for our rest.
Wisconsin eats the snow
Clinging frozen to our boots.
Minus 23 and windy—
Hell has come to you.
We stuff your car completely
To pull us closer to the West.
We are like the Kings
Using mountains for our rest.
Nebraska’s seen our footprints
After Iowa saw us sleep.
The Rocky rollercoaster
Nearly brought us to our knees.
Winding closer to the coast.
Compass clearly reading West.
We are like the Kings
Using mountains for our rest.
The baron Utah desert
Reaches far as eyes can see.
Arizona looked like pebbles
Next to the Utah Seats.
We passed through one more desert
Until we finally met the West.
We are like the Kings
Using mountains for our rest.
California grips my hand,
Warm air whipping at my face.
The horses gallop toward the coastline,
To my final resting place.
Through these states we galloped freely,
Pulling closer to the West.
We are like the Kings
Using mountains for our rest.