Homeward, the new road meanders Washed out, the old road asks, 'What did I bring?' Flowers, a verse about springtime Perchance, in the tree line, she's waiting for me Homeward, these shoes worn to paper Thin as the reason I left here so young Homeward, and what if I see her There in the doorway I walked away from? White house asleep on the hillside Firm as a habit I struggle to shed Homeward with heaven above me Old road behind me, door up ahead
[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 [01:29.15]
