lit the mountains, bathed them in light
The patchwork of paddocks
spread forth in the night
And whatever it was that
had drawn him away
Was forgotten, was gone
They say there's no place
Like this place
The very same track will always lead back
to a place where you're known
Perhaps she was right when she said there's no
place like home
It's funny how little
things serve to remind
How deep run the feelings
for what's left
behind the signs, the fences, the hay sheds, the dams,
they're to welcome, to greet.
They say there's no place
like this place.
The very same track will always lead back
to a place where you're not
Perhaps she was right when she said there's no place like
home
The silo stood quiet,
the main street was dark
The courthouse, the gate,
and the gun in the
park
The copper just cruising,
the sawmill, the
He'd returned, oh,
he was home
They say there's
no place
Like this place
The very same track
Will always lead back
To a place where you're known
Perhaps she was right
when she said, she was right when she said,
she said there's no place like this place.
The very same track will always lead back
to the place where you're now.
Perhaps she was right when she said,
there's no place like home
No place like home,
no
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