To Whom It May Concern: The Path Home

I'll be home soon I want you to know I've yet to find where home is But I know what it looks like And I don't know who you are But I know what you feel like I don't know this road But I can walk it well And I don't now this country But I'd walk through hell Worn shoes and blistered feet Broken hearts and tear soaked eyes Each one a step on my way Each one a bridge crossed and burned "Never looking back" would be a lie And the direction traveled moves from side to side But the ways I walk and the trails I ride The paths I run all head home So just sit and wait and I'll be home soon