Left the key
in the door
Left the window
open wide
Left my home
wanting more
Than I ever
found inside
Far from the water
Nothing safe or the same
There's a voice that is calling
That is calling
my name
From the old
ruin signs
Still dividing
open land
To the cold
trembling pines
That are rising
where I stand
Clear down to Jackson
East until Edgar Bay
There's a voice that remembers
That remembers
the way
Should I travel
up to heaven
Take my measure
lying down
I'll still dream
of that road
Setting out from
my hometown
Oh Cynthiana
No place I'd rather claim
There's a voice that is calling
That is calling
your name
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