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When the sun fell into the fields of the great wide plains

Misty eyes watched the golden waves drift far in a gentle way

To a far distant place few get to die knowing they knew



I thought as the wrinkles dug their trenches in my face

I’d somehow escape the barbed-wire fences holding me in place

Far, far away from the distant place I’ve longed so long to know



It took a hard heartbreak to learn a hard-learned lesson through

That hurt is sometimes the best catalyst to

Close the gap between a distant place and who you’ve got to let loose



I can’t say I’ve learned how to count miles instead of inches

But, I do know now the difference between arrogance and wisdom

And they’re as far apart as that fabled distant place and a pair of old running shoes



As the bird arose from the sharp, fiery ashes

The dusty plumes of down surpassed us

And, drifted high toward the distant places the waxy wings once flew



The place where you and I once stood

Feet so grounded in the earthy dust of sod and wood

A far distant place the past took away like gentle rolling waves of grain shaking loose