The World's So Full of Places
I been tryin’ all day to find my way home. Been walking on dirt roads past stone walls and old barns.
I should know where I am, but I don’t.
I don’t know this oak tree. Big as it is, it’s gotta be older’n me. This hill it’s on ain’t new, either.
I don’t know where I am, but I know it smells like rain and that the road runs downhil…