Many had thought since the years had passed
That the war was over
Hunted and tracked, pushed all the way back
To Lake Superior
2 trotted back
Down the snowy peaks
Canada's blue skies
To the battle fields
The Rocky Mountain states
The Great Divide
The magic pack
Oh, the magic pack
Leave no tracks
They just vanish and appear
Like grey wisps of hair
Well the locals swear that nobody cares
About their herds or elk or deer
So the ancient fight for land and rights
Shows no wear
So the guns are down off the wall
And in the pick up truck racks
Down the snowy peaks
The rocky Mountain States
The Great Divide
The magic pack
Oh, the magic pack
Leave no tracks
They just vanish and appear
Like grey wisps of hair