Wind, blowing in my face; my hands, run through these vast, never-ending fields of wheat
Snow, blowing in my face; my feet, crunching through the cold, hard dirt and snow
A different story lies within every inch of this land, people come and go, time moves forward and it's not stopping for you, it won't stop for anybody. Come, follow me, let's not get lost in the lands between. As beautiful as these horizons may be, is it worth it?
Maybe, maybe just this once.
Wind, blowing in my face; my hands, run through these vast, never-ending fields of wheat
Snow, blowing in my face; my feet, crunching through the cold, hard dirt and snow
A different story lies within every inch of this land, people come and go, time moves forward and it's not stopping for you, it won't stop for anybody. Come, follow me, let's not get lost in the lands between. As beautiful as these horizons may be, is it worth it?
Maybe, maybe just this once.
