Generations trying to break through the Rockies from East to West by the wagon path.

Denver is made out of that. Bones and dust.

Everyone lost something, now buried deep in the soil.

Where before there was an Ocean, now only fossils remain. A road full of lust.

A golden river of shining cars, bouncing the light back to the stars.

Neon, glowing in the dark, filling up the cracks of that rotten Colfax motel.

Leftovers of human traces were thrown away like cigarette buds.

Gold, bones, dust & lust.