|
big open land |
|
you hold the weight of the air in your hands |
|
big open air |
|
you feel the tickle of the trees on your chest |
|
and why'd you go and waste it |
|
the things that you know |
|
are making you a stone wall, stone fence |
|
your stories so old you just tend to keep them |
|
long winding road |
|
you got a secret |
|
but you won't share it |
|
big open land |
|
you hold the weight of the air in your hands |
|
big open air |
|
you feel the tickle of the trees on your chest |
|
and why'd you go and waste it |
|
the things that you know |
|
are making you a stone wall, stone fence |
|
your stories so old you just tend to keep them |
|
long winding road |
|
you got a secret |
|
but you won't share it |