They say you couldn't stay more than three days
For the beauty of the Black Hills would astound and fade away
And pilgrim, though your traveled far, say a prayer, gaze at the starts
It's holy land that you stand on, so hit the trail and be gone
Hit the trail and be gone
I am a pilgrim on my way, I looked for God out on the plains
Though I cannot find him still, I think he's closer in the hills
I think he's closer in the hills
And though I traipse across this land
Can I ever really own it with their blood upon my hands
And truth be told, despite my sins
I felt that I was home the very moment I rolled in