I can smell the redwood fires 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've changed
if you know my face at all
I'm praying that you will

I carried 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
without 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
And these years have humbled me, and I know it's too late
But your eyes have been my guide
they've lit my northern sky
For twenty years or more

I carried 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
without 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 [x4]

I carried the thought of you
The decades are stuck like glue
My stampeding heart is lost
I see in the thawing frost