Elk aren’t real

Out in Jackson Hole, under vast blue skies

Dreams of the hunt, but the elk pass by

Every year I try, but I never get a sight

Elk aren't real, just shadows in the night

Woke up at dawn, boots tied tight

Maps and hopes running through the cold morning light

Call out into the canyon, but no reply

Elk aren't real, just echoes that die

Leaves rustle, wind whispers the truth

Chasing ghosts, lost in the booth

Faint hoofprints, where they once stood

Elk aren't real, misunderstood

Elk aren’t real, just a mirage in my mind

Chasing something that I’ll never find

Year after year, I keep on squealing

Elk aren't real, just illusions fleeting

Trail camera’s silent, skies remain gray

Lonesome in the valley, I wonder each day

Spotted shadows, but they slip away

Elk aren't real, just a game I play

Leaves rustle, wind whispers the truth

Chasing ghosts, lost in the booth

Faint hoofprints, where they once stood

Elk aren't real, misunderstood

Elk aren’t real, just a mirage in my mind

Chasing something that I’ll never find

Year after year, I keep on squealing

Elk aren't real, just illusions fleeting

Maybe in my dreams, I see them parade

But waking world’s a ghostly charade

A trophy in my heart, forever sealed

Elk aren't real, just a dream concealed

Jackson Hole still calls my name

But I know it’s all just a game

Elk aren’t real, no tears to wipe

Just hollow echoes on this lonely hike