The Long Trail

I can smell the deep green of September
The taste of strawberries on your lips
But by this time of the year all the berries
Have already been picked

I ride past the river junction
Where I met you dancing in the street
It took me five years to realize
What you mean to me

I'm gonna set sail
On the long trail
And make it home

As I crest old Lookout Mountain
I see candles in the windowpanes
In the valley below is the place
You were born and raised

Now there's paint peeling off the front porch
Peepers fill the evening breeze
A red robin's autumn call
Is all I need

I'm gonna set sail
On the long trail
And make it home

I'm gonna make it to the mountain
I'm gonna take you to the trees
In your heart there's a fountain
I'm on my knees

When I look up at the stars
When I gaze at the constellations
The only thing I'll think of is you
My companion

I'm gonna set sail
On the long trail
And make it home