The Prairie from The Prairie by Tom Brosseau

No destination
I'm just walking on what feels like an abandoned wagon trail
As heaven dies I materialize
There's a new dawn siding the scales

The babbling water of a brook I can imagine
Renewed by the long shade of night
No better way to regain complexion
And turn to face the light

You just now notice how you look compared to how you feel
You were right about the trail, there's remnants of a wagon wheel

Something tells me what you spend your time on only you will invariably wear
Just pick a spot on the horizon and imagine yourself out there

The heartache returns, and though it holds you down it brings you closer to the source
To live inside a moment like this, there's no great power, no greater force

• Acoustic
• Americana
• folk
• roots
• Grand Forks