Your Way Is the Way Home
Journey of Remembrance: Rediscovering Home in 'Your Way Is the Way Home'
Lyrics
I can smell the redwood fires of Oregon
I can sense the aroma of redwood fires in Oregon.
These memories form a choir and they sing to me
Memories come together like a choir, singing to the speaker.
It's years since I've been home
It has been years since the speaker visited home.
And I've ached for you
The speaker has longed for someone.
And I wonder how you changed
Curiosity about how the person the speaker longs for has changed.
And if you know my face at all
Uncertainty if the person recognizes the speaker's face.
I'm praying that you will
Hopeful prayer that the person will recognize the speaker.
I'll carry the thought of you
The speaker holds the memory of the person gently in their hands.
So gently in my two hands
Decades cling to the speaker like glue.
The decades are stuck like glue
Time passing is compared to blood soaking into the land.
Like the blood soaked into the land
The speaker's heart is overwhelmed and lost.
My stampeding heart is lost
The person was like a guiding compass to the speaker.
Like the compass you always were
Observation of thawing frost reveals the person's path is the way home.
I can see in the thawing frost
[Empty line, possibly indicating a pause or reflection.]
That your way is the way home
The person's way is the way home for the speaker.
Our ghosts fill up the room completely
Ghosts of the past fill the room, leaving little space for the present.
So there's barely room for us
Limited room for the speaker amid overwhelming memories.
And a clumsy silence falls
A clumsy silence descends, acknowledging the weight of the years.
These years have humbled me
Years have humbled the speaker.
And I know it's too late
Realization that it's too late for something.
Your eyes have been my guide
The person's eyes have been a guiding force for the speaker.
They've lit my Northern sky
The person's gaze has illuminated the speaker's life for two decades or more.
For twenty years or more
[Empty line, possibly indicating a pause or reflection.]
I'll carry the thought of you
The speaker holds the memory of the person gently in their hands (repeated).
So gently in my two hands
Decades cling to the speaker like glue (repeated).
The decades are stuck like glue
Time passing is compared to blood soaking into the land (repeated).
Like the blood soaked into the land
The speaker's heart is overwhelmed and lost (repeated).
My stampeding heart is lost
The person was like a guiding compass to the speaker (repeated).
Like the compass you always were
Observation of thawing frost reveals the person's path is the way home (repeated).
I can see in the thawing frost
[Empty line, possibly indicating a pause or reflection.]
That your way is the way home
The person's way is the way home for the speaker (repeated).
Your way is the way home
The person's way is the way home (repeated).
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
The speaker holds the memory of the person gently in their hands (repeated).
The decades are stuck like glue
Decades cling to the speaker like glue (repeated).
My stampeding heart is lost
The speaker's heart is overwhelmed and lost (repeated).
I see in the thawing frost
Observation of thawing frost reveals the person's path is the way home (repeated).
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