Tears gather in the corner of my eyes,
As old photographs call forth distant memories,
Fresh pain and renewed missing.
As old photographs call forth distant memories,
Fresh pain and renewed missing.
A symptom of past travels,
An unexpected complication.
An unexpected complication.
Because when your feet find rest,
Your heart and your mind dwell elsewhere,
Amongst winding mountain back roads,
Late night campfire giggles,
Lost in a sea of hugs you wish to return.
Your heart and your mind dwell elsewhere,
Amongst winding mountain back roads,
Late night campfire giggles,
Lost in a sea of hugs you wish to return.
Mending your heart only long enough to break it again,
Soothing wounds you forgot you had,
And when the wind settles,
Emptied sails slow your pace,
Soothing wounds you forgot you had,
And when the wind settles,
Emptied sails slow your pace,
Dazed, you stare out at the island of nostalgia,
Flicking your compass,
Imploring it to lead you again,
For like a virgin walkway,
Adventure lays at your feet,
Fresh snow begging for your footprint.
Flicking your compass,
Imploring it to lead you again,
For like a virgin walkway,
Adventure lays at your feet,
Fresh snow begging for your footprint.