Born in the mountains of mid Pennsylvania; Deep in a logging town
Brought up on music as pure as the country; My father had handed down 
        Where a  man wearing black was walking the line
        And Hank died much too young;  But I’d just begun

We moved to the shores of the Atlantic Ocean; I lived my youth by the sea
Bought a guitar and I wrote down some words; From the things that inspired me
        Through all of the years, the laughter and tears
        A childhood come and gone;  So I moved on
                       
I ventured out west where the mountains were higher; To see what there was to see
Then down to the coast where the Pacific Ocean; Was restless and wild like me
         With my songs and my dreams, wondering where they will lead
         I look back across the years;  That brought me here

I live on a hill now just north of Seattle; In what once was a logging town
It seems that my wandering is nearing full circle
Though my spirit has not settled down
         So I’ll spend my time on life’s great divide
         In search of a final key; To my legacy
         So I’ll spend my time on life’s great divide
         In search of a final key; To my legacy