Have you looked out on a sky line
and dreamed of open plains
have you driven down a freeway
and longed for table drains
been lost in a sea of faces
drifting through the world alone
and dreamed your heart back home
And I'd ride upon the wind where it takes me,
back to flats where my wild oats were sown
Test into the grain ill bear the family name
that hangs upon the gate where I come from
As a kid a climbed the hill and dreamed of moving on
leave the dust of that small town and one day 'd be goneI
still to blind to see it was already part of me
family roots run deep
When I think of that old dirt road and turning threw the gate
It feels like coming home

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