Rustwood Stomp

Early morning on the cedar ridge

Watching mist

hang low above the bridge

Just my coffee and an old guitar

Wondering where the years and choices are

Time moves slow but it never waits

We carve our names on these wooden gates

There's a quiet road that leads me back

To the simple truths on a dusty track

Yeah, the world gets loud but my heart stays still

Right here on this golden hill (right here on this hill)

Saw a hawk circle

in the afternoon sky

Reminded me

how fast the moments fly

Nothing broken that we

cannot mend

Every long road finds a home

in the end

Right here on this golden hill (mmmmm)