I´m Writing You a Song About Going Home

I´m Writing You a Song About Going Home

(Tekst: Ellen Marie Løkslid)

Riding horses
Over mountains
Still water painting echoes 
Of little churches along the highway

Mothers and babies
And a dark dressed old man
Smoking cigarettes 
Clinching a lighter in the palm of his hand 

I’m writing you a song about goin’ home 
All the people that I meet 
But will never know
Time on my own
And the road just continues on
Until I´m home

Quiet frozen gardens 
Autumn leaves 
A sentimental breeze
The journey unfolds in me, 
Thoughts wander on silky seas

Boats and fishermen
And old forgotten houses 
Little christmas trees
Wrap a ribbon ‘round my story 

I’m writing you a song about goin’ home 
All the people that I meet 
But will never know
Time on my own
And the road just continues on
Until I´m home

Riding horses
Over mountains
Still water painting echoes 
Of little churches along the highway
Of little churches along the highway