[00:07.33]Homeward, the new road meanders
[00:13.86]Washed out, the old road asks, 'What did I bring?'
[00:20.35]Flowers, a verse about springtime
[00:26.93]Perchance, in the tree line, she's waiting for me
[00:34.01]Homeward, these shoes worn to paper
[00:40.66]Thin as the reason I left here so young
[00:46.98]Homeward, and what if I see her
[00:53.71]There in the doorway I walked away from?
[01:00.51]White house asleep on the hillside
[01:07.14]Firm as a habit I struggle to shed
[01:13.47]Homeward with heaven above me
[01:20.70]Old road behind me, door up ahead
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