Standing at the edge of town,
At the gas station in the dark,
Fields of grain extending out,
Farther than my vision can reach,
Distant foggy haze's all I discern,
Lights all off in the market,
Feeling the cold wash over,
I'm alone in the northwest.

The hope disappears into the blue,
Distant mountains shadowed in time,
Deer peer through whispering wheat,
Beckoning, inviting me to disappear.

Standing at the edge of a valley,
Rolling through the dark forest,
Slopes of foggy trees careen,
Farther than my vision can reach,
Wavering pines call quietly,
Echo reverberating in between,
The cold wind addresses it,
I know, I'm alone in the northwest.

The hope disappears into the blue,
Distant mountains shadowed in time,
Deer peer through whispering wheat,
Beckoning, inviting me to disappear.