Homeward These Shoes

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