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