What’s Behind the Fields

Tell me where you're going
Can I go with you?
Your footprints leave me longing
For what's behind the fields

Is all the grass much greener?
The towers filled with gold
Is every morning waiting
With wonders to unfold

Is war a word forgotten
No anger and no fear
With a wind of true compassion
Blowing through the core of who we are

Is there a true existence
Rising from the ground
Sweeping through the motions
Like a seductive sound

Soaring in a soft wind
Way beyond the fields
At the far end of beginnings
At the far end of your dreams

So tell me where you're going
Can I go with you?
Or is it just a journey
To a place somewhere inside your rare and open mind
To a place somewhere inside your rare and open mind

To a place somewhere inside
A place somewhere inside
To a place somewhere inside your rare and open mind