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