High Sierra
Well we drove it to the moon's soothing sight
Thought that north was for the wild
Didn't sleep until we we landed in
Daybreak's calming cry
Laid down our weary heads in Idaho
Dreamt of rivers, wolves and silver snow
There's surely nothing like the road
We've finally found our home
When all is said and done
I caught a plane back home to you
And I feel you're the one
Now you've run
Now you're gone
Autor(es): Braeden John McKee
