Wide Open Skies

[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