Place Names

Left the key in the door
Left the window open wide
Left my home wanting more
Than I ever found inside
Far from the water
Nothing safe or the same
There’s a voice that is calling
That is calling my name
From the old ruin signs
Still dividing open land
To the cold trembling pines
That are rising where I stand
Clear down to Jackson
East until Edgar Bay
There’s a voice that remembers
That remembers the way
Should I travel up to heaven
Take my measure lying down
I’ll still dream of that road
Setting out from my hometown
Oh Cynthiana
No place I’d rather claim
There’s a voice that is calling
That is calling your name