Briskly, rising to the sky Cold, clouds rushing past Flying, hopes to never land Light. Streatching out my hand Out seeing the fields What is a dream and Can you tell me what is real? Everyone else is home in bed And I'm out here lost in my own head Out seeing the fields Freeze, crystal on the bridge Trees. Frozen diamond leaves Ice, stiffening the wheat Wind, underneath my feet Out seeing the fields What is a dream and Can you tell me what is real? Everyone else is home in bed And I'm out here lost in my own head Out seeing the fields I only feel close to you when I'm under open sky I only feel guided when I'm free to question why Only when I smell the earth upon my face Will I ever be free to fly from this place Out seeing the fields Leaving the place I thought was home before Picking up my shoes and I'm flying out the door Can't seem to want to go back there anymore So I'm out seeing the fields Morning, wings against the ledge Frost trees painted on the glass Snow, covering the streets Home, warm beneath my sheets