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