(Intro) (Sparse, golden-toned acoustic guitar. The tempo is slow, like a long exhale.) Verse 1 The sun is dipping low behind the water tower Turning every dusty field into a golden hour The red dirt’s quiet now, the wind has died away Leaving all the echoes of a long and busy day I see the shadows stretching out across the porch I built A long way from the "Sugar Cookie" and the nomad’s guilt. Chorus It’s that Geronimo Gold, dripping off the eaves The kind of quiet peace a restless heart believes I ain’t looking at the map, I ain’t checking on the time I’m just thankful for the roots and the hill I had to climb Yeah, the world is big and loud, and the road was long and cold But it led me to the center of this Geronimo Gold. Verse 2 I hear a screen door creak, I hear a neighbor’s car I know exactly where I am, and I know just who we are My boy is dreaming deep, a name that’s all his own In a house that’s made of more than just the wood and stone It’s the wisdom of the porch, the kindness of the kin The ones who opened up their door and let the wanderer in It’s the market’s morning light, the steady hand of friends The feeling that the lonely road is finally at its end. Bridge No more orders in a folder, no more boxes in the hall Just the golden light of evening leaning up against the wall I found a mother’s smile and a grandfather’s steady hand In the hearts of the good people on this Oklahoma land I’ve traded in the "maybe" for the "here and now" instead With a clear sky and a quiet heart and a place to lay my head. Outro (Music fades to just the sound of the wind) Stay a little longer... Let the light turn to stars... I’m finally home... Exactly where we are. (Geronimo Gold...) (Geronimo Gold...)
