The post office held a yellow slip I signed my name with a shaking hand I tore the paper, held my breath It was from her, the one I left She said she saw the flames that night She said she knew I had to go And if I ever found my way back east She\'d save a seat for me at her feast The letter said what I\'d always feared That I was loved, that I was heard Not condemned for all my running away But welcomed back to try again someday The letter burned more than any flame In that moment I understood That home is where they wish you would