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 chewing on, on the shadows in your eyes And it's here at home I wait for your wanders to be still Oh, it's here at home I 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 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 wait for your wanders to be still Oh, it's here at home I 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 wait for your wanders to be still And I won't drag my feet in whatever dirt you track in