Your Way Is The Way Home
Tired Pony Lyrics


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I can smell the redwood fires of Oregon
These memories form a choir and they sing to me
It's years since I've been home
And I've ached for you
And I wonder how you changed
And if you know my face at all
I'm praying that you will
I'll carry the thought of you
So gently in my two hands
The decades are stuck like glue
Like the blood soaked into the land
My stampeding heart is lost
Like the compass you always were
I can see in the thawing frost
That your way is the way home

Our ghosts fill up the room completely
So there's barely room for us
And a clumsy silence falls
These years have humbled me
And I know it's too late
Your eyes have been my guide
They've lit my Northern sky
For twenty years or more

I'll carry the thought of you
So gently in my two hands
The decades are stuck like glue
Like the blood soaked into the land
My stampeding heart is lost
Like the compass you always were
I can see in the thawing frost
That your way is the way home

Your way is the way home
Your way is the way home
Your way is the way home
Your way is the way home

I'll carry the thought of you
The decades are stuck like glue




My stampeding heart is lost
I see in the thawing frost

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Tired Pony's song Your Way Is The Way Home depict a person who is longing to go back home after many years away. The opening line, "I can smell the redwood fires of Oregon," creates a vivid sensory image of the person's home state. Memories of home "form a choir and they sing" to the person, heightening their desire to return. This longing is exacerbated by the fact that the person wonders how their old home has changed and if they will still be recognized.


The next stanza conveys the person's humility and regret for not returning sooner. Their heart races with desire to be back in the familiar landscape that always served as their compass. The mention of blood soaked into the land is a poignant reminder of how deeply rooted the person is in their home state. The image of thawing frost suggests that despite the years away, the person's love for their home has never truly died.


The final stanza reiterates that "your way is the way home," emphasizing the importance of keeping their old home close to their heart. The repetition of "your way is the way home" suggests that the person is trying to convince themselves that this is true. The final lines imply that while the person's heart may be lost, their memories and love for their home state will never thaw.


Line by Line Meaning

I can smell the redwood fires of Oregon
The scent of the fires in Oregon reminds me of home


These memories form a choir and they sing to me
My memories come together to create a strong feeling of nostalgia


It's years since I've been home
It's been a long time since I've been able to return to my hometown


And I've ached for you
I have deeply missed my hometown and the people there


And I wonder how you changed
I'm curious about how my hometown and the people there have changed over time


And if you know my face at all
I wonder if anyone from home would even be able to recognize me now


I'm praying that you will
I hope that someone from home will be able to recognize me


I'll carry the thought of you
I will hold my memories of home and the people in my heart


So gently in my two hands
I will cherish my memories and treat them carefully


The decades are stuck like glue
Time has passed but my memories are still strong and firmly rooted in my mind


Like the blood soaked into the land
My memories of home are deeply ingrained and can never be separated from me


My stampeding heart is lost
I feel lost and overwhelmed by my longing for home


Like the compass you always were
Home has always been my guiding force, like a compass


I can see in the thawing frost
As winter melts away, I feel a glimmer of hope that I might be able to return home


That your way is the way home
I know that returning home is the right choice for me


Our ghosts fill up the room completely
Our memories and past experiences are so strong that they overwhelm us in the present


So there's barely room for us
Our memories and past experiences take up so much space that there's little room left for anything else


And a clumsy silence falls
We struggle to find the right words to say to each other because our memories are too powerful


These years have humbled me
I've learned a lot and grown as a person during the time I've been away from home


And I know it's too late
I realize that I can never fully make up for lost time and experiences


Your eyes have been my guide
The memories of my hometown and the people there have always guided me and influenced my decisions


They've lit my Northern sky
My memories of home have always been a bright spot in my life, even during dark times


For twenty years or more
My memories of home and the people there have been with me for a long time


Your way is the way home
Returning home is the right path for me to take




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: PETER BUCK, GARY LIGHTBODY, JACKNIFE LEE, SCOTT MCCAUGHEY, RICHARD WILLIAM COLBURN, IAIN ARCHER, TROY STEWART

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Jennifer Garrett

A sublime song from a sublime album.  Deserves far more recognition.

sadghost

This is just a lovely song from a lovely CD. A unique and wonderful sound!

Cosmic Trash

Your Way Is the Way Home
Tired Pony
I can smell the redwood fires of Oregon
These memories form a choir and they sing to me
It's years since I've been home
And I've ached for you
And I wonder how you changed
And if you know my face at all
I'm praying that you will
I'll carry the thought of you
So gently in my two hands
The decades are stuck like glue
Like the blood soaked into the land
My stampeding heart is lost
Like the compass you always were
I can see in the thawing frost
That your way is the way home
Our ghosts fill up the room completely
So there's barely room for us 
And a clumsy silence falls
These years have humbled me
And I know it's too late
Your eyes have been my guide 
They've lit my Northern sky 
For twenty years or more
I'll carry the thought of you
So gently in my two hands
The decades are stuck like glue
Like the blood soaked into the land
My stampeding heart is lost
Like the compass you always were
I can see in the thawing frost
That your way is the way home
Your way is the way home
Your way is the way home
Your way is the way home
Your way is the way home
I'll carry the thought of you
The decades are stuck like glue
My stampeding heart is lost
I see in the thawing frost

Timmay

love this song!

aguiasmany

wonderful song!!!!!!!

SaMiCla

This mans voice😍😍

darren shaw

Perfect ❄️☘️❤️

aguiasmany

uau that voice????

Shaz Murphy

Lovely song from gary in tired pony and tired pony hiya

meinfreund derbaum

Lullaby me..... More More More......

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