Lyrics

Started off in Myrtle by the big blue sea
Cello and an axe and a bag of melodies

Do as you dream

Headed to hills to the Blue Ridge scene
Down to Atlanta where the pavement lives and breathes

Or so it seems

Up in a treehouse, on top of a mountain
Down to the city, where the light shines bright
All of the roads between extremes
Lead me to believe
That wherever I roam, I’ll hang my hat
And call that place my home
Made our way through Georgia, Savannah bound
Swamped it up in Florida then we turned it back around

Carry the sound
Back to Carolina to the ocean blue
Rolled the dice and found ourselves at Bonnaroo
Who knew? Dream till it’s true
Up in a treehouse, on top of a mountain
Down to the city, where the light shines bright
All of the roads between extremes
Lead me to believe
That wherever I roam, I’ll hang my hat
And call that place my home
Lately, I’ve been finding space all over the place
Maybe, you’ll find us there if we just dare to dream
Up in a treehouse, on top of a mountain
Down to the city, where the light shines bright
All of the roads between extremes
Lead me to believe
That wherever I roam, I’ll hang my hat
And call that place my home