Roll through the frosted peaks, down the golden hills

Drift beside these canyon walls, the river is 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, but 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 the spirits carry me through another day

Eyes staying 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 the spirits carry me through another day

Demons don’t deserve my change, but 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 the spirits carry me through another day

Stranger grabs my hand to say, wake up from this dead-end state

May your spirit carry me through another day