Goodbye

The big goodbye to the tour was said,

and it was a good one.

It's almost been a month,

and I only have a month left of school,

and then it's time to cope and digest and deal with it.

It will be hard but good,

when the time comes.

Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge 
Some say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge 
The young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair 
And braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair 

Outlaw Pete 
Outlaw Pete
Can you hear me? 
Can you hear me? 
Can you hear me? 
Can you hear me? 
Can you hear me? 
Can you hear me? 
Can you hear me? 
Can you hear me? 
Can you hear me? 
Can you hear me? 
Can you hear me? 
Can you hear me? 
Can you hear me?