Ferndale

Great northern expanse You've got the marks of a builder Reminds me of my father before me Old tattered maps That I've been pouring over Led unto your dusk and dawn If we're going to Ferndale It might take a while If we're building a little house It might take a while Oh honey it might take a while Slept up high In the arms of a mountain She swung me low before I could even realize Woke up low And I was banking on a vision One that keeps me going and gone If we're going to Ferndale It might take a while If we're building a little house It might take a while Oh honey it might take a while