I allow my eyes to roam where the clouds and hills meet
Far across the country is where my thoughts fleet

Somewhere in the distance my memories lie with you
As I sit here on Foley bench I wonder if you think of me too

There's something about this place beneath the 99 pine trees
I think I hear your voice beckoned by the breeze

I wonder where you are and I hope that you're alright
I hope that your happy and that your smiling again tonight.