i know the hills and fields i know.
few monsters rage, only rains sweep low
in the only home I know.

in the summer day stays long.
highway cries, screaming out its song:
“why do people keep travelin on.”
night it comes, night it goes.
night it comes, chasing me to my home.
where i lie and thoughts they fly,
and beat around breaking up my mind.
till morning comes and i learn once more,
heat and sun are the only friends to mourn.

fall it comes and makes the mountains undress.
leaves me leery of all the rest.
just bone that’s here and bone that breaks, some that grows and some that shakes.
faces grow grey as they turn from the west;
hearts so soft, eyes so lost.
i'm so tired, i'm so scared.
if you knew i'm sure you'd care.

winter, i tell it “i’ll put up a fight,
cause I've got too much to do in this life.”
Cold to the bone, wind whistles past my home.
“keep near the fire, it'll bring us through the night.”
but I dont know, though i’m beginning to care,
that there’s nothing in here to warm me long.
so, snow pilling up outside on the ground,
“please oh please wont you tell me what's wrong.”

springs its here,
we made it through the year.
moss on the rocks and the sun softens soil.
birds they chirp a song not yet spoiled.
faces i know aren’t lookin so dead.
eyes so bright, i remember how to smile.
maybe next year i’ll learn to remember.

And all i can know is the rain sweeps low,
and breaks on the mountains that stand through the seasons,
and runs onto fields where it collects for no reason.
in the only home I know.