I'm Writing You a Song About Going Home

"I´m Writing You a Song About Going Home"
Riding horses
Over mountains
Still water painting echoes
Of little churches along the highway

Mothers and babies
And a dark dressed old man
Smoking cigarettes
Clinching a lighter in the palm of his hand

I'm writing you a song about goin' home
All the people that I meet
But will never know
Time on my own
And the road just continues on
Until I´m home

Quiet frozen gardens
Autumn leaves
A sentimental breeze
The journey unfolds in me,
Thoughts wander on silky seas

Boats and fishermen
And old forgotten houses
Little christmas trees
Wrap a ribbon round my story

I'm writing you a song about goin' home
All the people that I meet
But will never know
Time on my own
And the road just continues on
Until I´m home

Riding horses
Over mountains
Still water painting echoes
Of little churches along the highway
Of little churches along the highway