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Dust on my boots

DurkTheDutchman.com- Dust on My Boots (The Long Way Home) I packed up my pride and a worn-out guitar And I chased every sunset I saw from afar In London, a barmaid held onto my hand Promised me secrets I’d soon understand Then I woke up in Rome with a girl in the pines Who traded her kisses for cheap bottled wine I was a seeker, a drifter, a fool Learning the hard way that distance is cruel. I saw the white nights on a Swedish shore With a lady who swore she’d want nothing more But my heart had a compass that wouldn't sit still I was looking for something just over the hill In Sydney, I lingered, in Prague, I was gone Always a lover, but always at dawn I had a passport of colors and names But I was just playing at traveler’s games. ‘Cause you can’t plant a forest if you’re always on foot And you can’t find the water if you won’t take a root I’ve been around the world just to see what I’d find Leaving a trail of "goodbyes" far behind But the road is a liar, and the miles are a ghost When you’re a thousand miles north of the one you love most. I finally grew tired of the jet-lagged dreams And the world getting frayed at its beautiful seams So I bought a one-way to the place I was born Back to the valley and the tall, yellow corn (Pause—one beat of silence) I stopped at the diner for a coffee and a bite And there she was sitting—a vision in light The girl from the high school, the one with the grace With the "welcome home, stranger" look on her face. She didn't need postcards or pearls from the sea She just reached out her hand and she looked right through me I’d spent ten years running, just trying to see That the love of my life was just waiting for me! Yeah, you can’t plant a forest if you’re always on foot And you can’t find the water if you won’t take a root I’ve been around the world just to see what I’d find Leaving a trail of "goodbyes" far behind But the road is a liar, and the miles are a ghost When you’re a thousand miles north of the one you love most. There’s dust on my boots and there’s ink on the page But I’m finally acting my actual age... I’m hanging my hat where the heart wants to stay I’m home for good... (Long pause) And I’m home today.