Homeward, the new road meanders, Washed out the old road as to what did I bring, Flowers, a verse about springtime, Perchance in the treeline, she's waiting for me.
Homeward, these shoes worn to paper, Thin as the reason I left here so young, Homeward, and what if I see her, There in the doorway I walked away from?
White house asleep on the hillside, Firm as a habit I struggled to shed. Homeward, with heaven above me, New road behind me, a door up ahead.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.