To Be Still - Alela Diane
Have you been wearing holes
In your boots out there
Have you been kicking bones in the desert sand
There's a wolf inside the cave
And another in the clouds
I've seen them chewing on
On the shadows in your eyes
And it's here at home
I wait for your wanders to be still
Oh it's here at home
I wait for your wanders to be still
And I wont drag my feet in
Whatever dirt you track in
No I wont drag my feet in
Whatever dirt you track in
Will you look at me
When your face shows the lines of years
While you've been away
I have needed your strong hands
California hills will surely welcome us back home
But the way toward the crop of
Gold is not far from the snow
Oh the way toward the crop of
Gold is not far from the snow
And it's here at home
I wait for your wanders to be still
Oh it's here at home
I wait for your wanders to be still
And I wont drag my feet in
Whatever dirt you track in
No I wont drag my feet in
Whatever dirt you track in
And it's here at home
I wait for your wanders to be still
And I wont drag my feet in
Whatever dirt you track in
