[ Featuring Sean Staples ]
The line of the horizon stretches far as I can see
I have come by the highway home
This dry and dusty road turns to clouds beneath my feet
I have come by the highway home
Past the stubble of the cornfield and the lonely blackbird's song
I have come by the highway home
In the broken light of oak trees that have stood here all along
I have come by the highway home
Can you see the first star of the blue night
Can you hear the soft cicada drone
Can you feel the warmth of the moonlight
I have come by the highway home
Just around the bend the chimney's ribbon of smoke
I have come by the highway home
In the blue black morning all the windows all aglow
I have come by the highway home
Can you see the dogs jumping at the back door
Can you hear the mourning dove moan
Can you feel the sunlight on the wood floor
I have come by the highway home
When you hear the sound of church bells ringing through the town
I have come by the highway home
In the painting of the sky as the setting sun goes down
I have come by the highway home
I have come by the highway home