great plains

there's a place that i visit when i close my eyes

with grass as green as treetops

and hills as high as mountains

i feel like alice in wonderland

where do we go when we die?

why do we not have that figured out?

cause if i have a choice, i want to go

to the great plains where no one knows my name

i want to feel as free as a bird

i want to roll down the hills

into the inner machinations of my enigmatic mind

i just want to fly

in the great plains

oh those great plains

where do we go when we die?

why do we not have that figured out?

cause if i have a choice, i want to go

to the great plains where no one knows my name

and there's no entities in this world

the only spirit here is my own

there's a certain way of making myself feel alive

and it's when i'm looking at the sky

in the great plains

oh those great plains

where do we go when we die?

why do we not have that figured out?

cause if i have a choice, i want to go

to the great plains where no one knows my name