Lyrics
[Soft Felt Piano Intro]
the bus window fogs with my sleepy sigh, I can taste.
jasmine drifts in from the passing dike.
[Verse 1]
we roll where the green rice leans to the wind, slow and open.
river threads silver through the sleeping village, a soft hum.
you point at the lotus your grandmother named, breathe and smile.
the dust turns gold in the late afternoon light, I can taste.
[Pre-Chorus]
every bend the driver knows by heart, carrying me on.
the scent pulls the years right out of my chest, I won't sleep, I won't sleep.
[Chorus]
the road back home smells.
jasmine rides the wind through the open glass
scents of the road.
the fields unfold a welcome worn and wide, softening the dusk.
the road back home smells.
[Verse 2]
the dike bends where the buffalo slow their walk, other summers.
you hum the chant the old ferry used to sing, we ride close.
my cheek rests on the soft weave of your sleeve, soft as reed.
the dust turns gold in the late afternoon light, breathe and smile.
[Chorus]
the road back home smells.
jasmine rides the wind through the open glass
scents of the road.
the fields unfold a welcome worn and wide, softening the dusk.
the road back home smells.
[Bridge]
Oh, we roll where the green rice leans to the wind, let it ride, let it ride.
river threads silver through the sleeping village, I dream now, I dream now.
the dust turns gold in the late afternoon light — I am seen, I am seen.
[Chorus]
the road back home smells.
jasmine rides the wind through the open glass
scents of the road.
the fields unfold a welcome worn and wide, softening the dusk.
the road back home smells.
[Outro]
the bus window fogs with my sleepy sigh...
the road back home smells.
[Fade Out]
[End]