The Long Way Back

This is the long way back to where it begins, where the gift was unwrapped
gathering holes as we go, getting older
saying goodbye to the ones that we hold…
dearer than our own souls. Carrying the love that, like the gift, was on loan
seeds in the ground - but as they unfold
we have to let go, we have to let go
we have to go home

So fire up an ember with the grit that remains
blaze off the anger and the grief and the pain
what's left in your hands? Is it half of the plans?
the spirit of forgiveness? or the joy in the land?
Light ups when you leave, when the memories have gone
stories of culture and the dreams that went wrong
courage will come; close out your eyes
as the quiet slips in, let it settle your mind
we have to go home

There's been a wild, wise wind
blowing from behind us, from the places we've been
we made thrift with our living and light of our days
the moments we savoured as they're slipping away…
we have to go home now…
we have to go home now…

Because, this is the long way back
to where we begin where the gift was unwrapped
gathering holes as we go, getting older
saying goodbye, to the ones that we hold…
dearer than our own soul
carrying the love that, like the gift, was on loan
seeds in the ground - but before they unfold
we have to let go, we have to let go

There's been a wild, wise wind
blowing from behind us, from the places we've been
we made thrift with our living and light of our days
the moments we savoured as they're slipping away…
we have to go home now…
we have to go home now…

So fire up an ember with the grit that remains
blaze off the anger and the grief and the pain
what's left in your hands? Is it half of the plans?
the spirit of forgiveness? or the joy in the land?
Light ups when you leave, when the memories have gone
stories of culture and the dreams that went wrong
courage will come; close out your eyes
as the quiet slips in, let it settle your mind
we have to go home