A kid in the back of an old Chevy truck
Stares out in wonder to a world he calls "Up"
Over the hills and down winding, steep roads
His imagination takes flight and away it goes
Behind sea green eyes blaze a trail of places
With old, ragged cowboys and rodeo clown faces
In towns with odd names that never found it to maps
Where adventure beckons on past the brims of old hats
A kite and a key on a dark, dark, dark night
A first apprentice to… Continue