Out where the sky meets the fading light,
With the sound of the crickets in the hush of night,
I can feel the pull of the open air,
A whisper of freedom that’s waiting out there.
The sun dips low, painting the skies,
With shades of orange where the old crow flies,
Every shadow that dances on this ground,
Tells a story of the journeys I have found.
Chasin’ dreams where the wildflowers grow,
Where the heart is free and the rivers flow,
With a gentle breeze that calls my name,
I’m a wanderer, never too far from the flame.
Dusty roads lead me to places unknown,
With a trodden path that feels like home,
As the stars awaken and the day unwinds,
I’m a part of this land, and it’s part of my mind.
Each sunset promises a brand-new dawn,
As I lay my burdens, I’ll keep movin’ on,
With the sun on my face and the dirt on my shoes,
Every step I take is a story to choose.
The horizon stretches, an endless embrace,
In the heart of the valley, I find my place,
These winding trails and the dreams we chase,
A life of adventure, a sweet, breathless race.
So here I’ll stand, with my eyes to the skies,
Chasin’ the horizon where my spirit flies,
And as the day fades, my heart will remain,
On those dusty roads, I’ll dance in the rain.
With every sunset, I feel so alive,
In the arms of tomorrow, my soul will thrive,
I’m a wanderer, with no need to roam,
For in this wild world, I have found my home.
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