Where I Belong

Left the engine running by the interstate;

Left a heavy heart in the mornin' dead;

Watched the rearview mirror turn into a ghost;

Found the narrow road that I needed most;

Quiet in the wood, quiet in the wood;

The world is getting small like

I knew it should;

Quiet in the woods;

Quiet in the woods;

Got a rusted stove and a cedar floor;

Don't need a lock upon a heavy door;

I need to soften every step I take;

Watching ripples settle on a glass lake;

Quiet in the wood;

Quiet in the wood;

The world is getting small like

I knew it should;

Quiet in the wood;

Quiet in the wood;

Maybe I was running from a jagged sun;

Maybe I was looking to be found;

Now the only clock is a winter sun;

Counting up the days till the race is done;

Quiet in the wood, quiet in the wood;

The world is getting small like

I know it should;

Quiet in the wood;

Quiet in the wood;

Just the wind in the needles;

Just the light through the trees;

Vining my peace;

Vining my peace;