Woke up to a rosy sun on the ridge
Felt the rays melt straight into my skin
Like the snow at the base of our camp
Most peculiar August morning it has been
We were heading north from Mexico
Left all of our friends and nice things at home
To find heaven under our feet
We looked at the sunrise as you said to me
You said
Oh, my darling the places you will go
The wind and the glaciers carve craters and canyons
We hiked through the Sierras with your words in my head
I started to understand what you meant
'Cause all I need are your boots next to mine
Home can be where we make camp every night
Oh, my darling the places you will go
The wind and the glaciers carve craters and canyons
In us
We walked up to the border in four straight months
Then we turned around and gazed in awe
At this whole country we crossed
And it's in the rarest of seasons like this
That make life worth living
And keep us feeling older than our years
Oh, my darling the places you will go
The wind and the glaciers carve craters and canyons
Oh, my darling the places you will go
The wind and the glaciers carve craters and canyons
Carve craters and canyons
Carve craters and canyons
