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We traveled into the twilight

Watched the canyons turn to peaks

Outside your window

This world is always changing

And we crossed the Mississippi

With the devil's walking stick

I'm back where I started

As all it means

And the day is waning

With the musics in our brains

It's in our laughter

Splashing puddles in the rain

And we're pulling from boxes

Jars filled with ocean sand

In pictures torn and faded

We see where it began

But the search for the unknown

Has always carried me away

With a song I'll be writing

Until my dying day

But what's I need

Is patterns that we saw

It's home