Story Behind The Song

This song was originally written a long, long time ago, about a high school girlfriend who went off to college in Arkansas and found herself very much at home there. Wistful yearning for what might have been, tempered by a realization that each must find their own path.

Song Description

Wistful yearning for unrequited love, wishing all the best.

Lyrics

You are there where you belong:
In the land of quiet forest,
In the realm of gentle living,
In the place where you belong

For you need the sylvan solace
Of the pastures and the sky,
Frosted lanes of autumn glory
Where the wayward ravens fly,
Looking outward for direction
Waiting for the morning tide...there you are.

I am here where I belong:
In the busom of the many,
In the City of the Angels,
In the place where I belong

And I need the restless motion
Of the city by the sea
Though I can't shake the sorry notion
This is where you ought to be
Like the memory of a vision
When I look out to the sea...there you are

You are there where you belong:
In the land of quiet forest,
In the realm of gentle living,
In the place where you belong

And I'm sorry to have lost you
But I guess that's how it goes
I sincerely hope you're happy
With the way of life you chose
As we grow the spirit wanders,
You must follow where it goes
For there you are
There you are