Called Home

Just shy of Breakin' Down
There’s a bend in the road that I have found
Take a left at loneliness
There’s a place to find forgiveness
With clouds adrift across the sky
Like heaven’s laundry hung to dry
You slowly feel it all will be revealed
Where evening shadows come to fall
On the awful and the beautiful
Every wound you feel that needs to heal
And silence yearns to hear herself
Some long lost memory rings a bell
Old pre-Civil War brick house
Standin' tall and straight somehow
Mailbox full of weariness
And a word of hard won happiness
Leave behind your Sunday best
You know we couldn’t care a less
Out here we’ve learned to leave the edges wild
And stories they get passed around
And laughter — it gets handed down
Read it in the lines around a smile
Our bodies' motion comes to rest
When we are at last