Plains

Verse 1 Out in Nebraska, the wind cuts clean, Miles of grass, the sky’s a silver screen. The sun hits hard on an endless plain, Freedom rides high like a runaway train. Back in Italy, the river’s choked in gray, Fog and smoke hide the morning day. I breathe it in, feel the weight inside, Dreaming of prairies, the wind as my guide. Chorus (stadium, sing-along) Oh-oh, let the wind blow free! Oh-oh, from the plains to the sea! Raise your hands, shout it loud, We won’t be lost in the cloud! Oh-oh, let the wind blow free, Oh-oh, just like it’s meant to be! Verse 2 Steel mills and chimneys mark the land, While tractors run silent on Nebraska sand. Kids on the porch play guitars and fight, Underneath the fading neon light. Two worlds apart, yet both feel real, One with a wound, one with a wheel. I close my eyes, hear the prairie hum, And wonder if we’re all just chasing some sun. Chorus (stadium) Oh-oh, let the wind blow free! Oh-oh, from the plains to the sea! Raise your hands, shout it loud, We won’t be lost in the cloud! Oh-oh, let the wind blow free, Oh-oh, just like it’s meant to be! Bridge Somewhere in the Midwest, the night is clear, Stars burn bright and the horizon’s near. Back in Italy, the clouds won’t break, I walk alone, feel my chest ache. But I hear a voice, a thousand strong, Singing the same open-road song. From every city, every farm and lane, We lift our hearts to the wind again! Guitar Solo (melodic, soaring, anthem-like, perfect for clapping or waving hands in a stadium) Final Chorus (big, repeat 2x, all together) Oh-oh, let the wind blow free! Oh-oh, from the plains to the sea! Raise your hands, shout it loud, We won’t be lost in the cloud! Oh-oh, let the wind blow free, Oh-oh, just like it’s meant to be! Outro (soft, fading) Miles of grass, fog and steel, Dreaming of a wind we can all feel.