Lyrics:

Well I look down from this eagle
I see Texas land, flat, as expectation
I see a million water towers
They mock a million different towns
Across the nation
And this morning, from a train
I watched a soldier kiss his sweetheart
At the station
We are far from where we’re headed
And San Francisco ain’t our final destination
I got my baby by my side
We are lonesome for the Ozark mountains
We’ve been nestled in tall grass
With the falls changing colors all around us
And it seems like forever
Since the last time that we dipped
Ourselves in the water
We think about it often
But the thinking ‘bout it
Only makes it farther
I wanna go back
Won’t you let me go in
Fight the devilish cold
And the lonesome wind
I wanna go back
Ooh, won’t you let me go in
And when I get there
I will never leave…again