I was walking far from home Where the names were not burned along the wall Saw a building, high as heaven But the door was so small, door was so small
I saw rainclouds, little babies And a bridge that had tumbled to the ground I saw sinners making music And I dreamt of that sound, dreamt of that sound
Saw a white dog chase it's tail And a pair of hearts carved into a stone I saw kindness and an angel Crying "take me back home, take me back home"
Saw a highway, saw an ocean I saw widows in the temple to the law Naked dancers in the city How they spoke for us all, spoke for us all
I saw loaded linen tables And a motherless colt then it was gone I saw hungry brothers waiting With the radio on, radio on
I was walking far from home Where the names were not burned along the wall Saw a wet road form a circle And it came like a call, came like a call from the Lord
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Sam writes this song in the first person, as a narrator who uses a metaphor of living(presumably a life of travel) as a walk beyond where he calls home, which would be his preconceived notions. He goes on to paint various pictures of the dualism, irony and unexpected this walk or time spent away has shown him, in numerous metaphors, stylised with themes of the South and religion and nature.
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