They do respect her but, they love to watch her strut.
My walk had purpose, my steps were quick and light, and I held firmly to what I felt was right.
I think I'm going to Katmandu, that's really, really where I'm going to
The years rolled slowly past and I found myself alone. Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends, I found myself further and further from my home.
I write probably 80 percent of my stuff over the winter.
Stood alone on a mountain top, starin' out at the Great Divide. I could go east, I could go west, it was all up to me to decide. Just then I saw a young hawk flyin' and my soul began to rise.