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The bus stopped where the fields begin
Like time had never wandered far
The old dirt road was waiting there
The same beneath the fading stars
The wooden gate still leaned to one side
The river hummed its quiet tune
Even the breeze called out my name
Like I'd only left last June
Nothing asked where I had been
Nothing counted passing years
Home has a way of welcoming
Without a single word
The road that still knew me
Led me back to who I was
Before the clocks and crowded streets
Before I learned to rush
Every step uncovered
A forgotten piece of my heart
Sometimes the longest journey
Is only going back
The playground seemed a little smaller
But my memories grew so tall
The old persimmon tree still stood
Like it had been waiting through it all
I heard my younger laughter
Riding softly on the wind
For one ordinary afternoon
I became that child again
The sun went down behind the hills
Just like it always did
Some places never hold your past...
They quietly protect it
The road that still knew me
Never asked me who I'd become
It only wrapped me in the silence
Of a place that felt like home
Every smile I left behind
Was waiting where I'd been
Some memories don't fade away
They simply wait in peace
When I boarded the bus again
I didn't leave empty-handed
I carried home a younger heart
That I'd forgotten I still had
The road that still knew me
Will always lead me home
Even when the years grow heavy
I'll never walk alone
Because somewhere beyond tomorrow
Where the evening swallows shine
A little child is still running...
And somehow...
He's still mine
The road remains...
So does the child...
Waiting for me...
At home...
