"Nothing like the mountains,"

That's what Roy had said

Told me we should visit

He's my best friend

I went with him

Didnt take that much

Kiss me, convince me,

easy as he does

And we saw Nebraska from the air

Then he went and cut off all his hair

We rented out a Camry

More west than we'd ever

Traded tales until he

Couldn't one up me

I turned to see his grin,

Going 85 on 40

Mullet shorn and missing

Gorgeous nonetheless

"We're here!" he says in hoots and hollers

7th street never been so bothered

Finally we stumbled to the peak

We made it at the least

I've never been so tired

It's never felt so true

A sight we haven't seen before

It looks just like an open door

And falling in the snow

Man, I love you

The clearest that I've seen him

Mind was golden sharp

Tempered and even

Still he's just the same

He made me dinner daily

Nothing spoke as loud

Followed him through lines and

Through the crowd

At the peak he goes and does it

I pull his glasses down and see an angel

Beautiful and strange

It's Monday March the 10th, 2003

I've never been so tired

It's never felt so true

A sight we haven't seen before

It looks just like an open door

And kneeling in the snow

Man i love you

Oh dude, I do