Where we rode up from LA to North Montana Running from the heat of May We packed our bags and we drove half a world away To a place where all is well and all your worries wash away Like the rain
Well, there's something about the mountain That they say is good for your soul And I say home is not a place It's where your heart feels its most whole And I remember the way That wind brushed across my face I was home I was home
I've been blurring lines, feeling anxious, I suppose Nearly lost my mind, but with open eyes I know That I don't need to drown it out 'Cause I'm happy here and now Never know where your life's gonna take you Until it brings you home
