Your Way Is the Way Home

I can smell the redwood fires of Oregon These memories form a choir, and they sing to me It's years since I've been home, and I've ached for you And I wonder how you changed, and if you'll know my face at all I'm praying that you will I'll carry the thought of you So gently in my two hands The decades are stuck like glue Like the blood soaked into the land My stampeding heart is lost Like the compass you always were I can see in the thawing frost That your way is the way home Our ghosts fill up the room completely So there's barely room for us, and a clumsy silence falls These years have humbled me, and I know it's too late Your eyes have been my guide They've lit my northern sky for twenty years or more I'll carry the thought of you So gently in my two hands The decades are stuck like glue Like the blood soaked into the land My stampeding heart is lost Like the compass you always were I can see in the thawing frost That your way is the way home Your way is the way home Your way is the way home Your way is the way home Your way is the way home I'll carry the thought of you The decades are stuck like glue My stampeding heart is lost I see in the thawing frost