Walking through the mountains
above a town that I’ve never seen before.
Sleeping in a house with no real rafters
and a zipper on the door.
The morning air is freezing
but the scenery is making my blood boil.
Though everyday I’m closer to the end
my heart is never going home.
Oh, will I ever return?
I recalled fire of the desert like living on the sun
and walking over ridges crossing rivers
where the mighty Merced runs.
I’ve walked so many miles and I am tired
but don’t let this be done
and though it’s been forever
I feel the trail of life has finally begun.
So take me back to all places
where the living’s always free,
where the wanderers and artists
and the lost dogs used to be,
where the days go by so fast but take so long.
Where the distance is longer but the miles seem to shrink
where the earth and the horizon and the treetops always meet,
it's enough to be alive and no one’s wrong but you can’t stay lone.
No, you can’t stay lone.
Pushing off the earth and rising slowly out of every valley floor
and soaking in the sky without pine glaciers even birds rarely explore.
Time in time again the climb seems endless like why I do this for.
While then my body heard now it’s the heartache that I really can’t ignore.
Oh, will I ever return?
If I do it I 'll come home.
So take me back to all places
where the living’s always free,
where the wanderers and artists
and the lost dogs used to be,
where the days go by so fast but take so long.
Where the distance is longer but the miles seem to shrink
where the earth and the horizon and the treetops always meet,
it's enough to be alive and no one’s wrong but you can’t stay lone.
No, you can’t stay lone.
Oh, will I ever return?