To Be Still

Have you been wearing holes

In your boots out there?

Have you been kickin' bones

In the desert sand?

There's a wolf inside the cave

And another in the clouds

I've seen them chew and gnaw

On the shadows in your eyes

And it's here at home I'll wait

For your wanders to be still

Oh it's here at home I'll wait

For your wanders to be still

And I won't drag my feet

In whatever dirt you track in

No I won't drag my feet

In whatever dirt you track in

Will you look at me

When your face shows the lines of the years?

While you've been away

I have needed your strong hands

The California hills

Could surely welcome us back home

But the way toward the crop of gold

Is not far from the snow

No the way toward the crop of gold

Is not far from the snow

And it's here at home I'll wait

For your wanders to be still

Oh it's here at home I'll wait

For your wanders to be still

And I won't drag my feet

In whatever dirt you track in

No I won't drag my feet

In whatever dirt you track in

And it's here at home I'll wait

For your wanders to be still

And I won't drag my feet

In whatever dirt you track in