Текстове на песни: Alela Diane. Other. To Be Still.

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