Every Wild Place Feels Like

You found me where the creek bends low

With muddy cuffs and seeds to sow

A paper map beneath your hand

We left the marked road for the land

No promise carved in stone

No road we have to own

Take me where the tall grass opens

Where the morning has no walls

I can breathe without a reason

I can rise without a call

If the world keeps turning outward

Let it turn and let us roam

With your hand warming my hand

Every wild place

Feels like home

The old gate leaned against the field

Its rusted latch refused to yield

You laughed and lifted up the chain

While swallows stitched the afternoon again

No signpost tells us why

The clouds are learning how to fly

Take me where the tall grass opens

Where the morning has no walls

I can breathe without a reason

I can rise without a call

If the world keeps turning outward

Let it turn and let us roam

With your hand warming my hand

Every wild place feels like home

And when the winter gathers close

For keeps the ember from the frost

Not every path needs knowing

Not every leaving means we're lost

Take me where the tall grass opens

Where the morning has no walls

I can breathe without a reason

I can rise without a call

If the world keeps turning outward

Let it turn and let us know

With your hand warming my hand

Every wild place feels like home

Every wild place feels like home

Every wild place feels like home