The road is long, but not long enough to reach it,
the path is long, but it stops about an hour in,
the markers fall off the trees after some seasons,
and even I get lost out there in the fall,
so turn your face into the dark,
donât let them see the light in your eyes,
keep this secret close to your heart,
donât tell them where our cabin lies,
where our cabin lies.
The lake is small, but itâs big enough to keep us
tucked in the bay, I draw a line in the sand,
and I donât know whose land it is I sit on
I wasnât aware that anybody owned it!
so turn your face into the dark,
donât let them see the light in your eyes,
keep this secret close to your heart,
donât tell them where our cabin lies,
where our cabin lies.
Who could love this land without telling everyone they know?
And whoever loves this land will build more roads,
so turn your face into the dark,
keep clear of the highway lights,
keep this secret close to your heart,
donât tell them where our cabin lies,
where our cabin lies.