When the Road Turns Home

When the road turns home, I will find you there. On the daylight

gold in the open air. We're not lost, just running different lanes,

two lanes when the road turns home. We'll touch the same sky again.

Mmm, yeah. First suit, cheap shoes, hands shaking in

place. You said, "Build slow, let the work show its face."

We stacked small wins 'til the dam gave way. Turned busted knuckles into brighter days.

If the phone stays quiet, I hear what you meant. In the hum

of the wheels and the white line bent. I keep your laugh like a