To Be Still

Have you been wearing holes in your boots out there?
 Have you been kicking bones in the desert sand?
 There's a wolf inside the cave, and another in the clouds
 I've seen them chew and gnaw on the shadows in your eyes
 And it's here at home I'll wait for your wanders to be still
 It's here at home I'll wait for your wanders to be still
 And I won't drag my feet in whatever dirt you track in
 No I won't drag my feet in whatever dirt you track in
 Will you look at me when your face shows the lines of years?
 While you've been away, I have needed your strong hands!
 The California hills could surely welcome us back home
 But the way toward the crop of gold is not far from the snow
 No the way toward the crop of gold is not far from the snow
 And it's here at home I'll wait for your wanders to be still
 It's here at home I'll wait for your wanders to be still
 And I won't drag my feet in whatever dirt you track in
 No I won't drag my feet in whatever dirt you track in
 And it's here at home I'll wait for your wanders to be still
 And I won't drag my feet in whatever dirt you track in