I met him one day in the Rockies, where the night air tasted like wine. The winter was hard and had me starving, when the two of them found me in time. Then one night I crashed on the Reno, I'd been on the road too long. Then I woke to the warmth of the fire, and the sweet welcome home of his song. It was a California kid in Reno, lending me a helping hand. It was a California kid in Reno, teaching me to love and teaching me to live off the land. I thanked them and headed for Oregon, the trees were the wall of my home. But the rain soaked my bones every morning, and the chill made me feel more alone. Just when I thought I should end it, the world didn't need men like me. My mind heard the song of my two friends, and the sun started shining on me. It was a California kid in Reno, lending me a helping hand. It was a California kid in Reno, teaching me to love and teaching me to live off the land. It was a California kid in Reno, lending me a helping hand. It was a California kid in Reno, teaching me to love and teaching me to live off the land. It was a California kid in Reno, lending me a helping hand. It was a California kid in Reno, teaching me to love and teaching me to live off the land.