In the fields of gold where the wildflowers sway,
I drive my old truck down a winding lane,
With the wind in my hair and the sun in my eyes,
I chase the horizon where my dreams still lie.
But lately I’ve been feeling a little bit lost,
Searching for answers, no matter the cost,
The echoes of laughter are fading away,
And I wonder if love will find me someday.
There’s a lonely soul on this endless ride,
With memories haunting like ghosts by my side,
We danced in the moonlight, we sang through the night,
Now it's just me and the stars, holding on tight.
The fields whisper softly, the cottonwoods sway,
They tell me your stories, they beckon me to stay,
But every turn's a reminder of what we had shared,
And the warmth of your smile rings out like a prayer.
So I’ll roll down this road, with the wind as my guide,
Through the valleys and hills where our love used to thrive,
I’ll find my way home or maybe just roam,
But I won’t let the memories carry me alone.
There’s a lonely soul on this endless ride,
With memories haunting like ghosts by my side,
We danced in the moonlight, we sang through the night,
Now it's just me and the stars, holding on tight.
But in every sunset, in the dusk’s gentle glow,
I see glimpses of a love that I used to know,
And though I may wander, I’ll never forget,
The fields of gold where our hearts first met.
So I’ll keep driving long after the light,
With a heart full of hope and dreams taking flight,
In the fields of gold, I’ll find my own way,
Till I find my lost soul on another sweet day.
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