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