

The screen door is creaking
on its rusted hinge
The shadows are long on the lawn
And I've spent some years on a bitter-dry fringe
Just waiting around for the dawn (mmmmm)
But the long road home
is wider than we know
And there's grace in the quiet evening light
Yeah, we learn to let
the heavy grudges go
As the day fades
into night
My brother was stubborn,
and I was the same
Two currents that crashed
in the dark
But time has a way
of dissolving the blame
And leaving a softer,
deep mark
(ahhhh) But the long road home
is wider than we know
And there's grace in the quiet evening light
Yeah, we learn to let
the heavy grudges go
As the day fades
into night
Just a long road home
(mmm-hmm) Just a quiet grace