From the recording Sweet Company
Step outside the doorway of your house, onto the porch, across the fresh cut grass to the other side of the fence that marks the beginning of what is no longer yours. The trees, the hillside meadow, the brilliant blue sky.
Keep walking until you come to a place beyond where the last tree stands alone in the setting sun and the sweet song of birds needs no one. There are no fences. Everywhere you turn is home.