Hills for the Head

Traveling east on 40
I got my girls and a herringbone
And when I see that ridge come into view
I know I'm almost home
Where old time friends and family
Welcome in their native son
They remind me of where I've been
And point me where I've yet to run

I need an ocean for my soul
Ground for my bed
I need a home for the heart
I need these hills for the head

Now every June we'll gather there
Music, friends, and all
We share laughs and tunes
Howl at the moon and we hike up to the falls
Well how important is that pilgrimage
An annual reprieve
We need that hillside gathering
Like the thin air that we breath

An ocean for my soul
Ground for my bed
I need a home for the heart
I need these hills for my head

Well I guess I'll just keep rambling
Running from here to there
But I count the days and dream of the ways
I can get up and clear the air
Well you folks are kind to listen
And I sure don't mean to be rude
But if you don't mind I'll take my time
And go gain some altitude

I need an ocean for my soul
Ground for my bed
I need a home for the heart
I need these hills for my head

An ocean for my soul
Ground for my bed
I need a home for the heart
I need these hills for the head