Fly in over the mountains they call the Chugach
Land last night and Johnson came to greet me
TV blaring I don't think so
There's nothing here but a couple of souls going home
Going home
The rig is already warmed up we hit the road now
Ten minutes ago light posts across the road
We look out over the bay
It's light just like day
Oh yeah
The moon splash on the mountains against our left
While belugas are telling their tales as they crest
Crystalline shimmer
Trace our path to the ranch of eternity
Eight miles from Hope
Eight miles from Hope now
Eight miles from Hope