Letters from Home

(hmmmmm) Twenty years of highway dust,

a key that barely fits

Cardboard boxes in the hall where the afternoon sun splits

I came to sell the timber,

the plaster and the stone

Packing up my childhood room,

sitting here alone

Oh, the floorboards always knew my name

Even when the road was wide and wild

But looking at these walls,

nothing is the same

Except the memory of

a dreaming child (oh-oh-oh)

Behind a loose-leaf baseboard,

tucked inside a tin

A bundle tied with fading twine where the dust was settling in

Letters from my brother,

addressed to where I fled

Every single envelope unopened and unread

He wrote, 'I know you had to run,

I know you had to go' He wrote,

'I tell them every day

you're the strongest man I know'

Through all the years of silence,

while I was drowning in my shame He was keeping faith in

me,

calling out my name

Oh, the floorboards always knew my name

And you were waiting on the other side

Looking at these walls,

nothing is the same

But your belief was always my guide (yeah,

always my guide) I hold the papers in my hand

Finally home... I understand (hmmmmm)