Well, we rode up from LA to north Montana running from the heat of May
We packed our bags and we drove half a world away to a place where all is well and all your worries wash away like the rain
Well, there's something about the mountain air they say's good for your soul
And I say home is not a place. It's where your heart feels its most whole
And I remember the way that wind brushed across my face I was home
I was home
I'd been blurring lines, feeling anxious I suppose
Nearly lost my mind, but with open eyes I know
And I don't need to drown it out
'Cause I'm happy here and now
Never know where your life's gonna take you
'Til it brings you home
