[Verse]
The city lights are glaring, they’re burning my eyes,
My head’s full of chaos, my patience unties.
I need the sound of the fields, the crack of a round,
Where the world feels steady, and my soul unwound.
[Chorus]
Out to the farm where the air runs free,
Where the weight of the world don’t lean on me.
Grab my rifle, aim true, let the echoes sing,
Out to the farm, I find my wings.
[Verse]
The rows of corn stand tall, like guards in line,
The smell of earth and freedom, it clears my mind.
Set a target on the fence, watch it take the fall,
Each shot’s a release, I’m breaking down the wall.
[Chorus]
Out to the farm where the air runs free,
Where the weight of the world don’t lean on me.
Grab my rifle, aim true, let the echoes sing,
Out to the farm, I find my wings.
[Bridge]
It ain’t about the anger, it’s the calm I crave,
The crack of the gun, it’s the peace I save.
With each pull of the trigger, the tension dies,
The farm’s my church, beneath open skies.
[Chorus]
Out to the farm where the air runs free,
Where the weight of the world don’t lean on me.
Grab my rifle, aim true, let the echoes sing,
Out to the farm, I find my wings.