Called Home

Just shy of Breakin' Down
There's a bend in the road that I have found

Take a left at loneliness
There's a place to find forgiveness

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

Mailbox full of weariness
And a word of hard won happiness

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



Credits
Writer(s): Linford Detweiler, Karen Bergquist
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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