A rope is slapping a flagpole In the dark and driving snow Four hundred miles behind me now Four hundred more to go Lately i've been flowing past the world Like time flows past a life I've been looking at the faces At the joy and the strife We come to pass Not to stay All that matters anyway Is what will follow you What will follow you What will follow you All the way home I throw a switch, the kitchen floods with light She comes bounding out of be In just an hour we will fall into the night That flagpole still slapping in my head With all of this at the table life is sweet Who will deny? Forgive me if I'm mesmerized By the sound of time flowing by We come to pass Not to stay All that matters anyway Is what will follow you What will follow you What will follow you All the way home