

You kept the fire
in a wooden frame
Every old song had a brand new name
Tracing the path that the wild wind blew
Nothing but a storyteller's point of view
Oh you feel the spark
when the daylight fades
(ooh-ooh) Finding the beauty in the quiet shades
Singing lines that will never grow old
With a heart made of honest gold (shining bright)
Every word
is a map of where you've been
Bringing the sunlight
back home again
Paperback pages
on the kitchen shelf
Always believing in a bigger self
Passing the laughter
like an heirloom ring
Finding the joy that a simple line can bring
Singing lines that will never grow old With a heart made of
honest gold (shining bright)
Every word is a map
of where you've been
Bringing the sunlight
back home again
And the stories you leave on the wind
Are where all the sweet days begin (hmmmm)
Bringing the sunlight back home again
Yeah, you shine so bright (hmmmm)