Homeward, These Shores
   ------Iron & Wine

Homeward, the new road meanders,
Washed out the old road as to what did I bring,
Flowers, a verse about springtime,
Perchance in the treeline, 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 struggled to shed.
Homeward, with heaven above me,
New road behind me, a door up ahead.