The world started to run With the turning of the sun. Cities rose from towns And Quiet turned to Sound But that place stayed the same- That's Wyoming So, the legends say That explorers tried to explain But the beauty that they found Was too much to write down. So, as fiction, They believed to be Wyoming. Where the clearest sunny days Can quickly turn to rain But we don't mind, Because all of the sweetest smells remain. I know Adam has never seen such a scene (In neither Eden or his dream)- Even Eve would stop to stare At God's most perfect square. That's one thing I believe; He made Wyoming. Where the clearest sunny days Can quickly turn to rain But we don't mind, Because all of the sweetest smells remain. All the years hang on the wind Above this last good plot of land. I hear it echo in the trees. I hear it's whisper on my knees. Even Dust can be a king In Wyoming. Yes, even Dust can be a king in Wyoming.