Seven o' clock and the traffic has stopped
On the street outside his office
It's a sea of red and white
On the boulevard tonight

But he's in no rush
Doesn't care so much
'Cause there's no one waiting at home
His empty bed reminds him everyday
There's no one left to love you in L.A

Morning awakens him
It has taken him
Away from the illusion of happiness
Here where the ground is not as safe as it may sound

You couldn't have guessed
By the way he was dressed
But he should have been at his office desk
His boots, they had a different tale to tell
A story of a bittersweet farewell

Alone in the wild
He pondered and smiled
With his new life right beside him
He walked off to find a place with nature's poetry and grace
With each passing step
He was doing his best
Not to look back to the west and say
"I'm never gonna miss that town at all
I'm never gonna miss that town at all."

A few days time
And he started to climb
Up the California mountain
That he dreamed of everyday
Before he up and went away

Reaching the top, he decided to stop
His eyes did close, his bags did drop
Onto the ground where he would make his home
The soft and fertile ground that was his home
A mountain man has finally found his home