Iron & Wine - Homeward, These Shoes
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 a head
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 a head
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