Just around daybreak I roll out of bed
Real softly so I don’t wake the wife
Put on my shirt, jeans, and pull on my boots
Make some coffee, elixir of life
Then I’ll head out the back door, walk past the truck
Keep an eye out for Mulies and such
The ancient red dirt moves around neath my feet
I stoop down. It feels good to the touch
The light of the sun comes up over the hill
It won’t make an appearance quite yet
But the rays hit the top of the distant Blue Mountains
You could swear it’s the first time they met
Course red rocks and canyons aren’t really alive
I guess it’s a trick of the light
But just seems that they stretch and reach out to the sun
And then peacefully lay down at night
So I sit with my coffee cup warming my hands
As the sunlight flows down canyon walls
Each morning is different you must understand
All through summer and winter and fall
The shadows move slowly revealing new sights
That I just couldn’t see yesterday
The sun hits the rock and lingers a bit
Then shifts, as if wanting to play
Now some think that only a fool would gaze
At rocks that never will move
Ah but they’re wrong. The rocks are fine where they are
They don’t have a thing to prove
And in standing immobile, but seeming not to
I know what they really contrive
They confirm the suspicion I hold in my heart
This great land is really alive
