Lake Tahoe (for My Father)

These steps they remind me of places that I used to know,The smell and the sand of Lake Tahoe,The restaurants and strip malls and chimney smoke,And these bricks remind me of places I used to go,With log cabins lining a dirt road,When my obligations were in the snow,I miss home and I miss you,When there's no one around and nothing to do,And I still remember those weekends when I was nine,And four hours seemed like a lifetime,But look out the window son, you'll be fine,And I traced the railroad through mountains and watched the trees,The white powder resting on their leaves,As I pulled a blanket over my knees,Oh, I miss home and I miss you,When there's no one around and nothing to do,And I know that you're keeping busy too,But I miss home and I miss you,