Lyrics

I see you in your Stetson, standing by the river
Studying the water with your fly fishing pole
You notice all the changes, the ripples and the shadows
You look beneath the surface to what lies below

And I love the way you stand, your body like an arrow
Sharpened by the sure hands of warriors long ago
The past is what calls you, the present is what knows you
There’s no road to follow when you are always home

I see you at the high school, skipping all your classes
Playing hooky with the classics, reading books up on the roof
A rebel and a poet, the quiet way you show it
A lone wolf in the forest with nothing to prove

And I love the way you live, integrity your compass
The patient way you trust it, you play by your own rules
The past is what calls you, the present is what knows you
There’s no road to follow when you are always home

You can’t change a man who knows who he is
Who doesn’t care what people think, who tells it like it is
You can’t change a man who feels at home in his own skin
Home is wherever he is

I see you in the night sky, a hunter like Orion
Your story in the margins of poets dead and gone
Outlier, outsider, a lover with a fire
Forever in the star maps, a boy and his dog

And I love the way you leap into the great horizon
So sure the sky will hold you, as if your feet were wings
The past is what calls you, the present is what knows you
There’s no road to follow when you are always home
There’s no road to follow when you are always home