Bridge
Sun fades on the painted fences
Long shadows on the old porch swing
I've traced our laughter through the silence
Holding onto every little thing
Verse 3
Bare feet finding gentle places
Dew clings to hopeful toes
There's peace in these returning traces
A comfort only a wanderer knows
Chorus
We find our way through winding roads
Stumble on but never alone
Home is carried in quiet moments
A feeling that we build on our own
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