Where the mountains sweeps down to meet the coast along the bay,
I’m going home if I live to see the day.
While this old flat town has got me tied down,
I’ll stay on until my money’s made.
Remember the snow flying, winds howling outside,
Back door flappin’ and the wind a-bafflin’ smoke down inside the pipes,
I spent all my free days cutting and hauling wood,
And I trade it all for the four lanes out front any day if I could.
They never knew what happy meant when they put up all of those signs.
The drivers are swearing and the horns are blaring,
Everybody pretends they’re blind.
And the drunks and the bums are the only ones who’ll pass the time of day,
And I know if I gave it to them they’d drink all of my money away.
Remember the ice moving out it was the loudest thing I’d heard.
And the tick, tick, tock of my clock kept a getting’ on my nerves.
Well now my new electric alarms and I sleep on into the day,
Dreaming about spring coming to that place on the bay.
I never knew what dying meant until I saw my old man go,
Poor old Ma she’d have to go it all alone.
And it’s been so long since the kids been gone the next time we’re down that way,
It’ll only be to bury her where the mountains meets the bay.
Where the mountains sweeps down to meet the coast along the bay,
I’m going home if I live to see the day.
