I left my heart in Wyoming where the wildflowers grow,
where a blanket of stars covers the mountains below.
Where my soul was at peace and raw and free.
Where his music in the forest forever changed me.
I spilled my truths, my fears,
my blood and my tears.
He took me to the dark side of the moon,
and I told him I’d be back someday soon.
When he looked into my eyes I knew it would be too long.
His heartbeat is a drum and his prayers are a song,
calling to me…