G G7
It's knowing that your door is always open
G Am
And your path is free to walk
Am7
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
D7 G
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
G
And it's knowing I'm not shackled
G7
By forgotten words and bonds
G Am
And the ink stains that have dried if on some line
Am7
That keeps you in the backroads
G
By the rivers of my mem'ry
Am D7 G
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind