It's been a while since I met you up north There's a caravan in Madison that leaves on the fourth I suppose you're home, driving back in the plains Seattle and so forth It's looking like they all need some rain ♪ The other week we were traveling along Three cords of wood, seven kids, and a dog The summer's short, the hours are long Postcards without any postmark I'm already gone Somewhere in the northwest I'm there at your doorstep As soon as you call and you say come around To follow the trend lines A friend in the end times We could use a hand finding higher ground ♪ Those miles run far I'm willing to trade And leave behind the greatest of lakes For the mountain view from Elliot Bay While I'm humming softly to a song with your name Somewhere in the northwest I'm there at your doorstep As soon as you call and you say come around To follow the trend lines A friend in the end times We could use a hand finding higher ground Somewhere in the northwest I'm there at your doorstep As soon as you call and you say come around To follow the trend lines A friend in the end times We could use a hand finding higher ground