The sun sets low on the rust-red hills
Where silence takes the day's last breath
In shadows long, my heart it stills
In these fields, I've found a home in death
The wind whispers through the crumbling fence
Tales of love that never bloomed
In every sigh, there's a true lament
In these lonely fields where sorrow looms
Lonely fields, where the wildflowers weep
A thousand dreams, a memory to keep
In the stillness, whispers of old
Lonely fields, where our secrets unfold
Old barn's standing, but the paint's long gone
Like the promises we used to make
In the quiet, I linger on
In these fields, hearts start to break
Ghosts of laughter roam the broken path
Echoes from a time we used to know
Love, like crops, can't always last
In these lonely fields, the pain does grow
The night comes down with a velvet cloak
Stars like teardrops in an endless sea
In these fields, words remain unspoke
Lonely fields, they set my spirit free
Lonely fields, where the wildflowers weep
A thousand dreams, a memory to keep
In the stillness, whispers of old
Lonely fields, where our secrets unfold
Old barn's standing, but the paint's long gone
Like the promises we used to make
In the quiet, I linger on
In these fields, hearts start to break
Lonely fields, where start to break
Ghosts of laughter roam the broken path
Echoes from a time we used to know
Love, like crops, can't always last
In these lonely fields, the pain does grow