Frost was balancing on the blades Of old wheat in the fields Where a tractor slept without a soul On old bent rusty wheels And yonder, so far yonder Rolling hills of foggy breath Blinding my vision To see the water's edge And when I think of you I think of home I know somewhere there You're sleeping all alone I can't keep from The things of the day But this is what I do When I go away Mingling with the inner circle Of a game we call life Measured only by the time That separates each night I can't tell you why we do it But we do it a whole life long And though you may not understand I do it when I am gone A black stretch of highway Winding through weathered trees Among old broken fences Lowered to their knees With colors so deceiving Like a cold hot summer's day But this is what I see When I go away The day seems too young For the sun to set As the clouds rolled in On the horizon it's met As it manipulates the colors Calling for a silent mind And a sigh of solitude To the day I left behind And when I think of home I think of you No matter what the world outside Will ask me to do You're there somewhere Sleeping in the sun And I'll be home too When my day is done