Santiago
Years to get here, years again
Just to see myself get back
Forget that girl, forget your dad
I bought a ticket
Thirty countries, been everywhere
Just to see myself get back
To the same old path I've had
The world is lovely
I carried my house, I've walked the line
Five hundred miles, a couple times
I climbed the peaks, slept with the pines
And at the top of it all
I'm looking back, the mountains to the coast
The people I know, they're helping the most
They're helping the most
On the same old trail ahead
On the same old trail ahead
Feet don't fail me now
Feet don't fail me now
