Words and music by bob seger



Out on those trails

Out 'neath that sky

Rivers of old

Still rushing by



Eagles still soar

White mountains loom

Down in those valleys

West of the moon



West of the stars

Far from the chase

Far from the crowds

Far from the pace



Horses run free

Winter comes soon

Out by those mountains

West of the moon



And everywhere

Everywhere

Wild things are free

Free in the wind and the sun



Everywhere

Everywhere

As it should be

Left on their own while they run



Out by those mountains

West of the moon