Carry Me Home (Slowed)

Quiet roads, open land.
Nothing written, nothing planned.
Every step begins to show where my wandering heart should go.
I was running far too long, trying hard to stay strong.
Now the ground beneath my feet feels familiar,
Calm and deep.
Every step draws me near to the sound I used to hear,
Something deep inside turning like a tide,
Carrying me home tonight,
Where the morning stars could rise.
Where the open sky is wide,
And the air feels warm and light, carrying me home tonight,