TO THE OPEN SPACES

written by Maria Mckee and Jim Akin

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Faded moon like a sleepy whore

We belong

Faded shoe pedal to the floor

We belong

Wind, dry as a bone

Where there's a phone somebody's alone

Where there's light, somebody's drivin'

Goin' nowhere, yeah but we're arrivin'

Rollin' along sun-kissed and crazy

Oh to be young, drivin' with my baby

Rollin' along...

Faded sky made up like mother

We belong

Did she cry, I don't remember 

She is gone

Sweet desert air 

Sweet in my nostril, sweet in my hair

Sweet on you, goin' where we will go

Even if we never get tomorrow

Rollin' along sun-kissed and crazy

Oh to be young, drivin' with my baby

Rollin' along...

We belong to the open spaces

We belong where hope puts a little sadness on our faces

By the bone, by the starlight 

Burn the map

Engine drones, it's a hayride

It's a gas

Fly catching wing

Burn the car, burn everything

Got my feet, got my thumb

Gonna beat, beat everyone

Rollin' along sun-kissed and crazy

Oh to be young, drivin' with my baby

Rollin' along...

We belong to the open spaces

We belong where hope puts a little sadness on our faces

from High Dive

©2003 Little Diva Music, Viewfinder Records

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