Dust kicks up where the gravel lies,
The sun's sinking low, painting the skies.
A mailbox leans, names faded with time,
Every mile feels like a friend of mine.
Take me back, oh take me back,
Where the fields roll wide and the sky ain't cracked.
Where the stars come out, so bright, so true,
Take me back to the life I knew.
Porch light flickers, a beacon of home,
Wind whispers secrets through the overgrown.
The old oak tree still stands so tall,
Its roots know the stories I can't recall.
Take me back, oh take me back,
Where the fields roll wide and the sky ain't cracked.
Where the stars come out, so bright, so true,
Take me back to the life I knew.
Is it the land or the love that calls me near?
The ghosts of laughter, the echoes of years.
The past might be gone, but itβs never too far,
It rides on the breeze and sleeps in the stars.
Take me back, oh take me back,
Where the fields roll wide and the sky ain't cracked.
Where the stars come out, so bright, so true,
Take me back to the life I knew.
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