First Light

(hmmmmm) I found a photograph

inside a dusty book

Of a quiet path

we once took

We didn't know where the road would bend

Or how the stories

of our youth would end

And we sing to the stars in the open sky (singing high)

Watching the years go rolling by

Every map we drew was just a guess

But we found our home

in the wilderness

Now the ink is faded on the paper lines

Like the sunlight filtered through the pines

But the warmth remains beneath the winter chill

Yeah, we're climbing up that final hill

We leave a trail of steps behind

For the lost and seeking hearts to find (ohhh-ohhh)

And we sing to the stars in the open sky (singing high)

Watching the years go rolling by

Every map we drew was just a guess

But we found our home

in the wilderness

We found our home...

In the wilderness... (hmmm)