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We traveled into the twilight

Watch the canyons turn to pink

Outside your window this world is always changing

And we crossed the Mississippi

With the Devil's walking stick

I'm back where I started as a witness

In the days waning

But the music's in our grave

It's in the laughter

Splashing puddles in the rain

And we're pulling prom boxes

Just filled with ocean sand

And pictures torn, faded

This is where it began

But this thirst for the unknown

Has always carried me away

With a song I'll be writing

Until my dying day

We're what's binding

These patterns that we've sewn

It's home