We strode on one, both together
Beneath clouds soaring white
Me and my fair Meriwether
Till waned the morn to night
And then we would look up at the sky
And count the stars, all bright
Up in the canvas, painted high
The canvas of the night

And sweet the breeze would touch her hair
As they would like waves whip
And I would whisper in her ear
And I would kiss her lip
And we would count each evening star
And look at bright the ship
Of maiden moon sailing afar
Once I’d kiss soft her lip

And then we’d rest beneath the bough
Of old a hickory
And rest upon the hill’s green brow
We’ll rest together we
And frolic mid the blossoms, soft
And white as ivory
And run like clouds that glide aloft
In rest, together we

And then we’d leave to our home, warm
Once we strode mid heather
And o’er our heads, came gray a storm
A storm of chill weather
And blew over the peridot land
We walked home, together
Stride by stride and hand in hand
In love, in heart I
And my sweet Meriwether…

A continent's scout
That once touched Pacific sands,
Has on the Natchez Trace
Taken his life at Grinder's Stand.

Such the news the Chickasaw
Agent bore
Telling President Jefferson
The great scout Meriwether Lewis
Is no more.

Five years prior, you were commissioned
To a quest,
Mr. Jefferson sending you forth
To explore the core of a new nation's
Enigmatic west.

The Mandan's song still warbles
In your ears,
While the mighty Missouri's current
Still rushes through your tears.

And now, on a porch of a tavern
In west Tennessee,
You look back in that direction
That has ever seduced thee--

You cannot seem to shake him--
That black dog of lassitude--
That murderous hell-hound what has
Shadowed you across majestic
American longitudes.

His image is there, in the polish
Of your piece
With every throb of your head
His moan ebbs at your peace.

During the journey, Clark was always
There to help stay the hound...
Knew how to handle him,
Knew how to keep him bound.

Perhaps that is why you are looking west
This time around.
Not for something new,
That, you have found.

No, you are simply looking yonder for
Someone to **** this **** hound.