The iced-over riverStill braiding its chainThe heart will break openUntil it remainsTorn deep and wornAs our father's refrain:Oh boys, which side are you on?We brought down the lighthouseIt fell like a treeIn the grey of the bluesEver-singing in meThe riderless horseThat stands at the seaJust waiting to carry us homeThe stockade in BrightonIs cold and it's meanAs the iron-ore countryDown through Bowling GreenWhere Moses once stoodWith his back to the kingThen took to the river aloneNow comes a new dayIn the wake of the starsThat gamble and smokeOut the back of the barWarming their handsOn the hood of the carJust waiting to carry us homeAlone and disheartenedThe wind by the doorStands and deliversA most-human roarAsking for nothingAnd saying no moreOh whose road will lead us back home?Whose wall is thisSuddenly stands in my yard?Aloof and unmovingAnd scathing and hardLike the face of lost timeEmbattled and scarredDreaming of all yet to comeWhen the light will play tricksOn the innocent skyBring it to closeLike the day by and byTime will stand stillFor both you and IJust waiting to carry us homeJust waiting to carry us home
