Lyrics:

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 changed, and if you'll 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
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
Your way is the way home
Your way is the way home
Your way is the way home
Your way is the way home
I'll carry the thought of you
The decades are stuck like glue
My stampeding heart is lost
I see in the thawing frost