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've changed if you know my face at all I'm praying that you will
I carried 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 without 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 And these years have humbled me, and I know it's too late But your eyes have been my guide they've lit my northern sky For twenty years or more
I carried 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 without 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 [x4]
I carried the thought of you The decades are stuck like glue My stampeding heart is lost I see in the thawing frost
Compositores: Peter Lawrence Buck (Peter Buck), Scott Lewis Mc Caughey (Mc Caughey Sled Dog), Richard William Colburn (Richard Colburn), Garret Noel Lee (Lee Garret), Gary John Lightbody (Gary Lightbody), Iain Denis Archer (Iain Archer), Troy Marcum Iii Stewart (Marcum Stewart) ECAD: Obra #18945562 Fonograma #13280328