The tracks that lead us home, or away, some place
we've never been or seen,
or perhaps we have,
where my heart can finally rest in place.
Passing back through this place, perhaps,
only if it be my lot.
To travel where my heart is no more weary,
is to travel home
on these leading tracks,
all the way back to where my heart calls home.
Back to the place where leading tracks
lead me there to your heart's home.
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