wood stove sounds

Chorus:
All I can hear is wood stove sounds,
Chimes played outside by the wind,
And the good digestive noises of my taciturn friends;
Yes, yes… this is where my journey ends.

I went to California with an achin’ in my heart,
And I returned back East about the same.
I’ve prayed on holy mountains and I’ve wandered in the dark;
All I ever learned was change.

And all I learned wasn’t change enough for coffee,
And all I gained was the seasons passing by.
And all I have - and all I’ll ever have, I’ll bargain -
Is my heart’s true friends and the love that’s in their eyes.

(chorus)