Wide Open Skies
Country folk, Country, Folk-inspired, warm acoustic, mid-tempo, dreamy, nostalgic, soft vocals, acoustic guitar, fiddle, gentle harmonica
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Lyrics
[Intro – warm, sunlit nostalgia]
Dust motes dance in morning light
Wind hums low through wheat fields white
[Verse 1 – quiet, reflective]
I packed my bag with a worn-out map
Left the city’s concrete trap
Took a road that curved like a lullaby
Chased the sun till the stars filled the sky
[Verse 1 Continued – soft, hopeful]
Passed a farm where the clover grew
A porch swing swayed like it missed someone too
Old man waved from a weathered fence
Said “Son, you’re chasin’ the right kind of sense”
[Pre-Chorus – building, yearning]
Every mile feels like a long-lost friend
Every horizon’s where my heart intends
No clock to race, no noise to drown
Just the earth beneath my worn-down crown
[Chorus – warm, uplifting]
Wide open skies, wide open land
Where the river bends and the wild things stand
I found my soul in the dust and the rain
Where the world don’t rush, it just breathes again
[Verse 2 – gentle, storytelling]
Camped by a lake where the water’s clear
Listened to crickets whisper near
Met a girl with a guitar in her hand
Sang a song ‘bout a far-off land
[Verse 2 Continued – tender, fond]
She said “Some folks spend their whole lives lookin’
For a place that feels like it’s cookin’
But the best kind of home ain’t four walls high
It’s the wind in your hair and the stars in your eye”
[Pre-Chorus 2 – soft, earnest]
Every fire feels like a warm embrace
Every song’s a familiar trace
No plans to keep, no chains to break
Just the rhythm of the earth awake
[Chorus 2 – bright, joyful]
Wide open skies, wide open land
Where the meadows bloom and the coyotes stand
I found my peace in the quiet and the plain
Where the world don’t shout, it just knows my name
[Bridge – introspective, soft]
I used to think I needed more than this
A bigger house, a fancier kiss
But out here where the prairie stretches wide
I found the truth I was tryin’ to hide
[Bridge Continued – gentle, resolute]
Happiness ain’t a thing you buy
It’s the sun on your face and the wind in your eye
It’s the way the grass sways when the storm rolls through
And the quiet hope that tomorrow’s new
[Chorus 3 – soaring, triumphant]
Wide open skies, wide open land
Where the eagles fly and the rivers expand
I found my way in the dust and the grain
Where the world don’t hurry, it just stays the same
[Outro – soft, fading nostalgia]
Dust motes dance in evening light
Wind hums low through wheat fields white