Nobody's Field

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Verse 1

In a small town where the sun always shines,
There's a field where no one tends the vines.
The golden crops, now turned to dust,
Echoes of a life we can't re-construe.

Verse 2

Time's a thief, it took the plow and seed,
Now folks walk through the path we used to need.
The rusty fence stands tall and old,
A witness to tales we're never told.

Chorus

We walk through that empty field each day,
A memory in every sway.
Though the ground lies still, our hearts we roam,
In the silence, we're still at home.

Verse 3

The children play on paths well-worn,
Stories whispered in the morning.
Old Johnny’s apple tree stands alone,
Silent witness to where we’ve been and gone.

Bridge

Through the years we’ve come and gone,
Yet the field remains, untouched by dawn.
A canvas of our lives once bright,
Now it fades in the fading light.

Chorus

We walk through that empty field each day,
A memory in every sway.
Though the ground lies still, our hearts we roam,
In the silence, we're still at home.

Outro

And as the stars come out to play,
We find peace in that empty field’s decay.
For in the silence, we find our way,
In the quiet, we’re still at home.