Verse 1

I saddled up before the sun

While frost still silvered the fence

That mustang tossed his copper mane

Like he knew where we were headed

Past the feed store, past the creek

Where the cottonwoods lean low

I carried all the words I’d swallowed

And let the open country know

Chorus

Ride on, ride on, where the canyon opens wide

With the wind against our shoulders and the whole world left behind

At the edge, I’ll face the drop, then choose the road I’m meant to take

A brave heart isn’t born unshaken—it’s the step you dare to make

Verse 2

The trail climbed through the juniper

Then broke above the stone

The canyon turned beneath us