Your Way Is The Way Home - Tired Pony

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