Back to the Meadows Again

I arrived with a suitcase full of quiet beginnings,

Chasing a skyline that shimmered like a brand-new chance.

Vegas opened like a doorway into something living—

A city humming softly, pulling me into its dance.

For the first time in ages, I felt my heart wake,

Caught in the warmth only desert nights can make.

Vegas, my beautiful heartbreak—

The echo I keep dreaming about.

You were wonder on the horizon,

A flame I couldn’t live without.

If my life ever settles, if the stars align again,

I’ll gather every piece of me

And run back to the meadows again.

But even bright cities have shadows that linger behind them.

The condo cracked, the jobs slipped right through my hands.

The magic that once held me close forgot how to find me—

And slowly all the colors faded out of my plans.

Yet even when I lost what I’d worked so hard to build,

My love for that city stayed steady and filled.

Vegas, my beautiful heartbreak—

The echo I keep dreaming about.

You were wonder on the horizon,

A flame I couldn’t live without.

If my life ever settles, if the stars align again,

I’ll gather every piece of me

And run back to the meadows again.

Now I’m stuck in Meridian, where ambition goes quiet—

A town that never stretches, never reaches, never tries.

The skyline’s a strip mall humming softly with surrender,

And every street feels frozen in a life that doesn’t rise.

It’s a place built for standing still, not for dreaming or becoming—

A town where the future sleeps, and the present keeps on stalling.

Vegas, my beautiful heartbreak—

The echo I keep dreaming about.

You were wonder on the horizon,

A flame I couldn’t live without.

If the universe allows it, if a new beginning begins,

I’ll follow every heartbeat home

And return to the meadows again.