Lyric

Under the copper sky

The day softens its grip

Shadows trade their stories

For a quieter script

A pulse in the distance

Keeps counting the hours

And every rough edge

Turns slowly to flowers

When the road feels steep

And the air turns thin

There is still a spark

In the skin within

If your courage frays

Like a seam in the rain

The wind can return

And stitch you again

This is the way home

This is the way home

Through the long dusk

Through the heavy stone

This is the way home

This is the way home

Tender survives here

When the wild winds moan

A silver thread of calm

Runs under the noise

Between every shadow

And the reckless voices

Hearts in the hard hours

Still beat like drums

Even the tired ground

Knows spring will come

When the room feels cold

And the pulse runs fast

There is still a song

In the smoke and ash

If the night weighs down

With its velvet chain

The seam of the sky

Can open again

This is the way home

This is the way home

Through the long dusk

Through the heavy stone

This is the way home

This is the way home

Tender survives here

When the wild winds moan

Let the dark unfold

Let the salt fall free

There's a bright seam

In the rough-toothed sea

Every scar of the road

Becomes light somehow

What was bent by weather

Can stand up now

This is the way home

This is the way home

Through the long dusk

Through the heavy stone

This is the way home

This is the way home

Tender survives here

And it still grows strong

This is the way home

This is the way home

Even the weary heart

Can sing along