I can smell the redwood
fire 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 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
That The decades are
stuck like glue
My stampeding heart is lost
I see in the thawing frost