Песня: 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
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