America

One morning when the mist came down
I woke up early and I looked around
My baby slept, the sky was blue
I started walkin' thinkin' only of you
Up the hill and down the road
Past the people that I barely know
Round the bend to the run-off wash
I found a feather that a quail had lost
Where are you goin' now my friend
Where are you goin' now
Are you going to see them on the mountain now
Goin' to see them trees
Goin' to watch the circles take a bow