The single-file line of pine trees standing
Tall upon the hill I’m passing
Guide the way to where I need to be
Along the ridge where forest meets the road.
I follow them into the valley low.
Now the pines surround me
And the smell of earth abounds
I only hope that I am never found again.
For in the depth of my retreat,
I finally find that I can be
Exactly who I always thought I’d be…
Then suddenly, I’m overtaken
By the realization
That the millionth mile will be the longest yet.
But I could walk another million still.
So, when night comes knocking down
The sunbeams spread across the ground
I’ll still be upon the
And should the sky begin to leak
Spilling out its soul to me
The treetop canopy will come to meet
And I’ll still be upon the
And if a friend
Should call to me
From far beyond the line of trees
I’ll promise I’ll shout back just for a while.
But I’m not stopping
I’ll keep walking
Even when the night comes knocking,
If the sky is shred to pieces, falling,
I keep walking
And I could walk another million still.