We'll know how far we've gone
once the ocean stops and we see
Los Angeles
set on fire by streetlights
carlights
spotlights
from the passenger window.

We'll know how far we've gone
once we see the giant orange chasm,
the blistering white snowtop mountains
and the crystal azure rivers
from the passenger window.

We'll know how far we've gone
when we see the amber waves
of grain that I grew up singing about
whispering in the Nebraska wind
and see the capital building
busting out of the fields.

We'll know we're home
when the plane touches solid ground.

Watching the snowfall,
Dressed in a gown of white,
I catch the snowflakes on my tongue,
They disappear all day long,
I wish you would stay,
I miss you when you are gone,
The brightness of your days,
And the fun I have when it's this time,
Watching the snowtop hills grow,

Sometimes you can be harsh,
Times a few you have left me in a rush
Taking with you the good times we've had,
Headaches from the fall you let me take,

Kind and mild,
When i walk in the wild
You guide my mind,
You see me through the nights I spend alone,
This is winter,
Cold to the touch,
Warm to the heart.