In the Beartooth Mountains where the twin peaks touch the sky. There's a homemade cabin out of sight from tourists' eyes. And inside lightin' up a fire to fight the cold.
like two dogs on an open road. like two flowers on an old gravestone. like two leaves tumblin' in the wind. im searchin for a beginning that has no end.
Where are you tonight I wonder. And where will you be tonight when I cry?. Will sleep for you come easy,. Though I alone can't slumber. Will you welcome in the morning.