Roads Never Traveled

Dad leaned back in the kitchen chair Mom traced roads on the

table there They spoke of rain on a county line A porch

light swinging in summer time

I was young, but I could see

That far-off house inside their grief (oh)

They named the creek and the grocery store The schoolyard bell and

the screen back door A dog that slept by the stove each

night Grandma singing while she hung the white I built that town

from what they said A map of love inside my head (mm)

Take me down that old road in your mind

Where the fields still bend and the windows shine I never stood

where your stories start But I carry that home in my heart

(oh, I carry it)

Sometimes loss is a lamp kept lit

By voices that remember it

I hear them laugh,

and I believe

A place can live in those who leave

Take me down that old road in your mind

Past the fields

and the windows shining I never knew the life you had to

part But I carry that home in my heart

Yes, I carry that home in my heart (oh)

Now when they talk,

I close my eyes

And see that porch beneath old skies

A son of somewhere I never knew

Still finds his way back there through you (mm-mm)