Just a detour off the main road,
just a little walk in what they call a park,
a meadow with a little stream,
a bank with flowers in the grass,
and in front of where I sit, that mountain pass.
That was all you were,
all I’d gone a asking for,
just a detour off that long main road,
a day of laughter and a night in bed,
I wasn’t looking for a change I said.
But now I see that plain white church
in silhouette against the hills,
and I know that detour was my home,
but I left those flowers in the grass,
got lost along that mountain pass.