[Intro: Gentle fingerpicked acoustic guitar, warm bass, faint harmonica] [Verse 1] There's a road beyond the highway, Past the houses in a row. Where the morning breaks in silence, And the rivers still run slow. I've been staring through my window, At a world of painted walls. Everybody's got a kingdom, But there's barely room at all. [Pre-Chorus] And I've been working for a living, But have I been living for the work? There's a thousand little reasons, Why we never leave the dirt. [Chorus] Somewhere beyond the fence, Where the sky don't have an end. Where the wind can tell its stories, And the earth can be my friend. I don't need a piece of heaven, I don't need a second chance. Just a little room for living, Somewhere beyond the fence. [Verse 2] I want trees that bear their fruit, And a garden in the spring. Hear the chickens in the morning, And the wild birds when they sing. Watch the horses in the pasture, See the children running free. Let the seasons be the calendar, And the land provide our needs. [Pre-Chorus] But the land don't come for nothing, And the rain don't always fall. There's a price for independence, And a cost to having it all. [Chorus] Somewhere beyond the fence, Where the sky don't have an end. Where the wind can tell its stories, And the earth can be my friend. I don't need a piece of heaven, I don't need a second chance. Just a little room for living, Somewhere beyond the fence. [Instrumental: Acoustic guitar strumming grows stronger, mandolin melody, subtle foot-stomp rhythm] [Verse 3] There's a farmer down the valley, With his hands worn to the bone. Says the land will never love you, But it'll teach you what you've known. You can plant a thousand seedlings, You can pray for summer rain. But the earth don't owe you nothing, And the harvest comes with pain. [Bridge: Instrumentation fades, intimate raspy vocals] Maybe I've been chasing something, That no place can ever give. Maybe freedom isn't somewhere, It's a different way to live. And the grass ain't always greener, On the other side of town. Sometimes what you're searching for, Is beneath the ground you're on. [Final Chorus: Fuller acoustic strumming, passionate weathered vocals] Somewhere beyond the fence, Where the sky don't have an end. Where the wind can tell its stories, And the earth can be my friend. I don't need a piece of heaven, Or a life without regret. Just a little room for growing, And some dreams I haven't met. [Outro: Fingerpicked guitar returns, harmonica softly answers the vocal] And if I never find that valley, If the road should turn again, I'll remember there's a freedom, That don't wait beyond the fence. [Softly spoken] But I'd still like to see what's out there. [End: Natural acoustic guitar decay]
