Beautiful Blueberries

I heard tell of a man, a wild woods wanderer
Who once made his way to the Alaskan promised land
Travelling from Arizona to South Dakota
With no money and so much time on his hands
Following a dream and a call of the wild
He bummed a lift out of Fairbanks
To hike along the snow-capped Stampede Trail
Found an old abandoned bus to set up camp

Now a man can have a calling
And ignore the best advice
When the mountain stones echo your name
In the darkest; deepest night
For death knows no boundaries
From the richest to the poor
A dead man's thoughts have no conscience
When pining for the great outdoors

Now in the wilds of this Alaska
Warmth and safety within his meagre reach
Without the benefit of map and compass
Became a hard lesson any could teach
For in that instant just before he knew 
And he took that final step inside
Wondering in his heart of hearts
Was it all just foolishness or suicide...

Now a man can have a calling
And ignore the best advice
When the mountain stones echo your name
In the darkest; deepest night
For death knows no boundaries
From the richest to the poor
A dead man's thoughts have no conscience
When pining for the great outdoors