Middle of the Field

[Verse 1]
Dust on your boots
Hay in my hair
Sun dipping low
Breath hanging in the air
Wind on the wheat
You laugh, it’s real
Two small-town hearts
In a big green field
[Chorus]
Country eyes lock in the middle of the field
Whole world gone, just you at the wheel
Truck keys cold in my pocket, I don’t want to leave
If time stands still, let it stand right here
Country eyes lock in the middle of the field
And I swear I can feel what forever might be
[Verse 2]
You tug that cap
Slide closer in
Talking ‘bout nothing
Like it’s where we begin
Fireflies float
Around your sleeve
I’m trying to look away
But it’s glued to me
[Chorus]
Country eyes lock in the middle of the field
Whole world gone, just you at the wheel
Truck keys cold in my pocket, I don’t want to leave
If time stands still, let it stand right here
Country eyes lock in the middle of the field
And I swear I can feel what forever might be
[Bridge]
You say, “Guess we should go”
But your hand won’t let go (mm)
We stay, just breathing
Like the night’s our home
[Chorus]
Country eyes lock in the middle of the field
Whole world soft, like a secret we seal
Truck keys cold in my pocket, you’re all that I need
If time stands still, let it stand right here
Country eyes lock in the middle of the field
Yeah, I swear I can feel what forever might be

country, Warm modern country with acoustic guitar, brushed snare, and soft pedal steel. Male vocals right up front, intimate and slightly raspy. Verses stay laid-back and spacious; chorus swells with stacked harmonies and a steady backbeat. Subtle organ pad lifts the bridge, then everything drops to vocal and guitar for the last hook.