My Way Back Home

A ballerina in Phoenix The pines up north The sunrise from a highway That was not there before If I can place it all together Make out the nature of the call I start to feel the love and the silence That was always at the root of it all And in my constant quest for truth I am condemned to facts alone And though my dreams all lead me nowhere I won't forget my way back home From the corner of a coffee shop Or from the center of a stage From the words used in a love note Or from an empty page While I struggle with these beauties And my renditions end up dry I'm like a bird that crashes into the window That was drawn to the reflection of the sky And the more I try to speak The more I lose that earthly tone And before heaven proves me hopeless I won't forget my way back home Oh oh oh oh oh oh I admit that these answers that I seek Are all to questions I've never known But I pray to keep on looking for as long as I can roam And when the world finally fulfills me I will not forget my way back home --- My Way Back Home - Dawes