Called Home

Just shy of Breakin' Down
 There's a bend in the road that I have found
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 Take a left at loneliness
 There's a place to find forgiveness
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 With clouds adrift across the sky
 Like heaven's laundry hung to dry
 You slowly feel it all will be revealed
 Where evening shadows come to fall
 On the awful and the beautiful
 Every wound you feel that needs to heal
 And silence yearns to hear herself
 Some long lost memory rings a bell
 Old pre-Civil War brick house
 Standin' tall and straight somehow
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 Mailbox full of weariness
 And a word of hard won happiness
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 Leave behind your Sunday best
 You know we couldn't care a less
 Out here we've learned to leave the edges wild
 And stories they get passed around
 And laughter – it gets handed down
 Read it in the lines around a smile
 Our bodies' motion comes to rest
 When we are at last