The Long Way Home

Coffee in a paper cup, the morning's white and clear

I turn the pedal once or twice, the whole town disappears

Pale houses, garden gates, roses leaning out

A warm wind lifts my hair and carries every doubt

I could turn around, but why would I?

There's a blue road opening under the sky

Take the long way home, take the long way home

Keep going where the quiet flowers grow

No map, no plan, just the sun on the road

Take the long way home

We've got nowhere to be, nowhere to be

The afternoon is wide enough for me

With the whole world turning slow and sweet

We've got nowhere to be

A little white church, a market on the corner

Apricots and bread, a bright red awning over the trees

Make moving patterns on the sidewalk as I pass

I laugh at my reflection in a window's summer glass

I could turn around, but why would I?

There's a blue road opening under the sky

Take the long way home, take the long way home

Keep going where the quiet flowers grow

No map, no plan, just the sun on a rope

Take the long way home

We've got nowhere to be, nowhere to be

The afternoon is wide enough for me

With the whole world turning slow and sweet

We've got nowhere to be

This evening finds me further than I meant to roam

I'll follow every little turn until it feels like home

A stripe of sea blue somewhere past the county line

The kind of day you keep forever folded in your mind

Take the long way home, take the long way home

Keep going where the quiet flowers grow

No map, no plan, just the sun on the rotate

The long way home

We've got nowhere to be, nowhere to be

The afternoon is wide enough for me

With the whole world turning slow and sweet

We've got nowhere to be

Take the long way home

Keep going past the fields

The wind is in my hair and every mile reveals

A little more summer, a little more to see

So take the long way home with me