1. Empty Fields


You and me are not like time
Got no minute hand no master plan
You and me are not confined
Acres on and on of open land

And empty fields will be fine
There's always water in the sky
Fences will be tempting
But the other side is just the same
We never make a sound
When the lightning hits the ground
Save strength for the morning when the season starts to change

You and me got steady eyes
To separate the wind from the trees
You and me will never dry
We bury all our hands and plant our feet