There's an oakwood tree in front of
the sky, which the sun sets behind softly in my mind.

I'm driving down these dusty roads
looking for the scarecrow that I shared my
first kiss beside.


This town has closed and my throat is running dry,
I've swallowed this summer sky.

I'm wandering these lonely fields for the answers to life,
and I'm going nowhere fast.

Brown eyes screaming,
I think it's time to head home.

These butterflies gather on my thoughts
sucking the bad parts away.

I'm driving down these dusty roads
looking for the way home.

The summer sun above has melted
away my fears and now it is starting to die.

There's an oakwood tree in front of the sky,
which the moon sets behind softly in my mind.

Brown eyes screaming,
I think I've arrived home.