Twice I left her Twice I walked away For the third time I was headed home today Pine and winter loam And snow drifts above me Like some kind of currency I can't own Somewhere in the night She's out there I think I hear her praying I want to tell her that I'm scared I dream and wake and dream of her hand And the dark keeps getting deeper I'm a ship sailing further From dry land Last I knew I was a traveler I was winding my way back home Somewhere my plan unraveled I was winding my way back home There's some force And I don't know its name It's tearing at me sharp as love And still I feel no pain Her lips are moving But I can't hear her words I can see my baby praying In that darkness beautiful and blurred Twice I left her Twice I walked away For the third time I was headed home today For the third time I was headed home