Morning hush drifts over amber wheat fields
Voices on the porch speak in tiny circles
Eyes trace the same old fence the world feels smaller
Dust hangs still like a curtain blocking distant mountains
Each thought a whispered echo in a narrow hallway
The horizon waits unseen beyond the painted barn
Boots tap restless on cracked cedar boards
The wind hums bigger stories through rusting wind chimes
My pulse begins to chase that unseen thunder
Let our hearts swing open wide
Drop the shutters to the side
Ride the river of the tide
Taste the freedom in the stride
Let our hearts swing open wide
Drop the shutters to the side
Sun climbs ruthless turning road dust silver
Signal towers flash opinions like warning sparks
Narrow words stack tall like fences of dry timber
Minds grow brittle under that cramped roof of thought
Out past the hedgerow laughter of a broader sky waits
Night settles thick as coal smoke
Campfire sparks twist stories too small for the dark
Fingers clutch handheld glare and forget the stars
Every screen a tunnel that shrinks the soul
Still the prairie sings about miles we never claim
Steel guitar moans across an open canyon
Echoes roll like wild horses through the sage
The earth itself begs us to lift our heads higher
Chorus of cicadas shakes loose the slumber
River stones glisten offering secret maps
The wind carves windows in the wall of clouds
Boots stomp thunder on the stage of dirt
Drums crash like lightning over cornfield rows
Voices rise together pulling back the curtain of dust
We lean into the roar of the boundless night
Let our hearts swing open wide
Drop the shutters to the side
Ride the river of the tide
Taste the freedom in the stride
Let our hearts swing open wide
Drop the shutters to the side
Open every door inside
Take the long horizon ride
