[Verse 1]
Back home we had this thing we called the horizon,
You could see it stretch forever from the edge of town.
Across a big ol' valley to those purple mountains,
Watchin' sunsets paint the desert when the day went down.
Summers got so hot the water lines surrendered,
Couldn't get a cold drink straight from the kitchen sink.
And even after midnight all that heat kept risin',
The ground itself stayed warm enough to make a cowboy think.
[Chorus]
Now I'm on the East Coast and I gotta ask,
What'd y'all do with the horizon I used to have?
Where'd everything go? Why's it all hid away?
Every road turns a corner and the trees get in the way.
It's beautiful, I ain't denyin' that at all,
But these green walls got me feelin' kinda small.
I reckon I'll adjust in time, but right now I'm wonderin' why,
You went and hid the horizon from this western boy's eyes.
[Verse 2]
There's more trees in my backyard than the whole park back home,
And critters runnin' wild where I thought pets oughta be.
Deer walk through the garden like they own the property,
And squirrels hold conventions in the oak behind me.
And y'all got this crazy thing where water falls from heaven,
I think somebody told me that it's called "rain."
It's a good thing my nose points downward toward the ground,
Or I'd probably drown the first week in this place.
[Chorus]
Now I'm on the East Coast and I gotta ask,
What'd y'all do with the horizon I used to have?
Where'd everything go? Why's it all hid away?
Every road turns a corner and the trees get in the way.
It's beautiful, I ain't denyin' that at all,
But these green walls got me feelin' kinda small.
I reckon I'll adjust in time, but right now I'm wonderin' why,
You went and hid the horizon from this western boy's eyes.
[Bridge]
I like the cooler mornings and the rivers runnin' clear,
The green of every hillside and the seasons changin' gear.
The people wave and smile, and it sure feels good to stay,
But every now and then I miss seein' fifty miles away.
[Final Chorus]
So if y'all find that horizon, send it back my way,
Maybe tuck it in a package with a dry and sunny day.
Till then I'll keep explorin' all these forests and these pines,
Learnin' every little backroad that these mountains hide.
Yeah, I'm fallin' for this country, even if it took me by surprise,
But I'll always be a western boy lookin' for the sky.
Still searchin' for the horizon in these East Coast hills tonight.
ElCeviche
