G G7 It's knowing that your door is always open G Am and your path is free to walk, Am7 that makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag D7 G rolled up and stashed behind your couch. G And it's knowing I'm not shackled G7 by forgotten words and bonds G Am and the ink stains that have dried if on some line, Am7 that keeps you in the backroads G by the rivers of my mem'ry Am D7 G that keeps you ever gentle on my mind..