Mile Markers

you can see the mountains smell the fresh breeze of the wind that blows through the mesquite things that once stood in your way are mile markers from another day you trade one metropolis for another getting closer to your dream those back home think you're a fool they don't fit into the scheme of things you put on your boots and cowboy hat throw your stuff into your truck what you leave fades into the past what they think doesn't matter much you can't get West fast enough as the mile markers fall behind if you had stayed your spirit would die how could they be so blind