Homeward, These Shoes - 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 awaiting 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

Old road behind me, a door up ahead