Hey, I've been wrong. Slowly I fade. Shadows grow long, and roots wind away.
They only grow further from you. Days only go toward tomorrow.
Oh how my heart aches for the joys of yesterday.
I only know stories untold, miles alone, your tracks in the snow coupled and cold.
Oh how my heart aches for the joys of yesterday.
Oh how my eyes wait for a glimpse of the Cascades.
At the river's edge over the pass, what takes you there? Will it bring you back?
Upon the ridge when morning comes, what takes you there? Will it bring you back?
Oh how my heart aches for the joys of yesterday.
Oh how my eyes wait for a glimpse of the Cascades.