Foreign Fields

Roll down the frosted peaks

Stumble down the golden hills

Drift beside these canyon walls the river’s sitting still

Float until my guidance sets and darkness gives me chills

Search for love on roads through foreign fields

Eyes on the blackened page stare into my soul

Blues cool the fiery clay that heat the tired toes

Amongst these native desert sands I don’t feel at home

Foreign fields I search for love unknown

Lost but I shall find my way

Rising to the morning haze

May your spirit carry me through another day

Trying to stay steady between the blurring lines

Another pull of whiskey will surely do me fine

Madness clouds the beauty that rests beneath the pines

Foreign fields where love is hard to find

Lost but I shall find my way

Rising to the morning haze

May your spirit carry me through another day

Demons don’t deserve my change

Oh what a price I’d pay

For a love to find in these foreign fields

Lost but I shall find my way

Rising to the morning haze

May your spirit carry me through another day

A stranger grabs my hand to say

Wake up from this dead end state

May your spirit carry me through another day