There's a green field beneath a blue sky
There are blue flowers in between reaching up high
And your father bends down, as he explains
The flax is so good on account of the rains
And it's years of knowing
And it's years of growing
That caught in this photo I hold in my hand
And it takes me back to the field where he stands
Where the skies are bigger than anywhere else
And there's room enough for me
Where the skies are bigger than anywhere else
As far as the eye can see
And it's crowded out here, there are no empty spaces
Too many buildings and too many faces
Too many things that are set in their ways
Too many things that just fill up my days
And it's years of choices
And it's years of voices
That have taken me here to where things never change
Not like the clouds that roll in on the range
Where the skies are bigger than anywhere else
And there's room enough for me
Where the skies are bigger than anywhere else
As far as the eye can see
And the cold of the winter, the dry of the fall
The first wind of spring, I miss them all
But what I miss, when I feel alone
Is the one thing that makes me feel like I've come home
It's the skies are bigger than anywhere else
And there's room enough for me
Where the skies are bigger than anywhere else
As far as the eye can see
Where the skies are bigger than anywhere else
As far as the eye can see