Michael Martin Murphey
We're both the kind who can find peace of mind
In the light of an old fireplace
Wrapped in a blanket talking the night away
Watching snow falling, the lone wolf is calling
Out into the endless space
Cause there aren't many left like us these days
Down where the city lights burn
I know we'll never return
Listen to the wind blow over the hills, the whispering pines
Everything is free and all that we see is yours and mine
Just you and me and this old log house is all that we need
That's why they call us the vanishing breed
Its good just knowing that our love is growing
And we're gonna find a place
In a life we built with our own hands
Like wild horses runnin out under the sun
We're gonna find some space
Cause there aren't many left like us these days
God's greatest gift to you and me
Is knowing how it feels to be free