The fire crackles in the stone-ringed pit She sits beside me, warm and near I think about the roads I crossed The restless searching of my youth I thought home was a place to find A destination for the mind But what I found behind the door Was not a map, but a hand to hold Where the heart finds home, the searching stops The wind dies down, the journey ends Not the miles, not the years, not the tears But the quiet truth that you\'ve finally tried To stop running long enough to see That home was always waiting, and it was me So let the road stretch on without me now I\'ve found my old, and it will do The heart finds home when it stops asking where And just learns to be here, right here Where the heart finds home, the story ends Not with goodbye, but with hello again Of the ones who loved you all along Just present, just here, just finally still At home, at last, at your own free will Mmm... where the heart finds home... The scarf is folded, the letters read The birds have landed, the words are said Where the heart... finds home