My mind took a hike
Middle of october
And the rain is coming down like
Back on Martna's vineyard upon
Indian Hill
In your Mom's pickup truck
I remember it still
Dark dirt roads need a key to get in
In the winter but it's summer
So it's ours again
Like moths find the flame up on the beach
Ten Christmas trees and a huddle of kids
Laughter echoes bygone friends
Red wine and the wilderness
Drove it home that night like it never would end
Knew that when I left I'd be coming back again
Things change
Feeling better now
Ear to the earth only worms in that ground
Feel the past sliding down off its high horse now
Ride into the wind come up to the house
Eyes flash with the memory of strange lands
Far away places and new destinations
Come back country mouse
Life is so much nicer having you around