Wandering Home
Folk-rock song with an easy 1970s strum: acoustic guitar, harmonica breaks, pedal steel, bass and drums, with a high, plaintive male voice and harmony vocals. Searching and warm, sung in English, about a wanderer crossing the country in search of a place to belong.
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Lyrics
Left the station in the rainWith a heavy heart and a different nameKansas grass turned to mountain pineTrying to leave the ghosts behindSaw my face in a diner glassWatching all the seasons passJust a man on a dusty trackNever thought of looking backSearching for a light to lead me homeSearching for a place to call my ownTired of the road, tired of the runSomewhere out beyond the setting sunSearching for a place to call my ownFound a town where the porch lights glowWhere the river water runs real slowTalked to a stranger at the general storeAbout the things worth fighting forHe said roots grow deep if you let 'em stayDon't have to spend your life awayI felt the wind begin to settle downRight here on this patch of groundSearching for a light to lead me homeSearching for a place to call my ownTired of the road, tired of the runSomewhere out beyond the setting sunSearching for a place to call my ownMaybe home isn't where you startBut a quiet feeling in your heartI’m putting down these heavy bagsAnd sewing up the lonely ragsSearching for a light to lead me homeSearching for a place to call my ownTired of the road, tired of the runSomewhere out beyond the setting sunSearching for a place to call my own
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