The Monument Valley

It’s all about where you put the horizon

Said the Great John Ford to the young man rising

You got to frame it just right and have some luck of course

And it helps to have a tall man sitting on the horse

Tell them just enough to still leave them some mystery

A grasp of the ironic nature of history

A man turns his back on the comforts of home

The Monument Valley to ride off alone

And when the dust all settles and the story is told

History is made by the side of the road

By the men and women that can persevere

And rage through the storm, no matter how severe

And whether it’s a horse or a car or a train

There’s gonna be some fine times and there’s gonna be some pain

In the end it’s a silhouette framed by the sun

And just The Monument Valley when the evening comes

It’s a strong wind blowing on the open range

It’s gonna be beautiful and it’s gonna be strange

It’s where to plant the camera and when to say action

When to print the legend and when to leave the facts in

And when to turn your back on the comforts of home

And wander round The Monument Valley alone