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summer was quiet so I left town
walked along the trails on the side of the mountain
brushed my hands in the wild grass
felt the wind blowing at the top of the pass

got used to feeling the passing of time
and the turning of clocks on white and yellow lines
until I found the place where the water ran clear
and moved at the pace of a million years

these are the sounds of home
wind through the wild aspen groves
this is where I go after traveling those long winding roads

i've been dreaming of this kind of night
the two of us beneath the wide horizon of lights
where the air is cool and it smells of sage
and the fields open wide like the final page

these are the sights of home
wind through the wild aspen groves
this is where I go after traveling those long winding roads

these are the sights of home
a promenade of stars above the ranges
this is how I know to practice standing still among the changes

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