Open country by Hollow Atlas<br /><br />[Verse 1]<br />I drove until the city thinned to fields<br />Pulled over somewhere with no name I know<br />Just flat land and a sky that had no ceiling<br />And air that didn't know what I'd been through<br />I sat on the bonnet until my hands stopped shaking<br />Watched a bird do something with the wind<br />I thought — I have been so inside that story<br />I forgot the world kept spinning at the rim<br />[Pre-Chorus]<br />No coordinates<br />No longitude<br />No map to fold<br />No atlas left to hold<br />Just open ground<br />Just open sky<br />Just me still here<br />Still wondering why<br />Still here<br />[Chorus]<br />Open country<br />I forgot that this existed<br />Open country<br />All this space I had resisted<br />Every road that doesn't lead back to what we were<br />Every field that doesn't know my name<br />Open country<br />I am unmapped and uncertain<br />But the light is doing something with the plain<br />Open country<br />And I think I'm going to be okay<br />[Verse 2]<br />I called my mother from a roadside gate<br />She said just come home the way that mothers do<br />I laughed at something — couldn't tell you what now<br />But it came up easy, came up true<br />I thought about the cities that we'd built there<br />The latitude, the signals, all of it<br />And I held it like you'd hold a finished chapter<br />Something real that reaches its limit<br />[Pre-Chorus]<br />No coordinates<br />No longitude<br />No map to fold<br />No atlas left to hold<br />Just open ground<br />Just open sky<br />Just me still here<br />Still wondering why<br />Still here<br />[Chorus]<br />Open country<br />I forgot that this existed<br />Open country<br />All this space I had resisted<br />Every road that doesn't lead back to what we were<br />Every field that doesn't know my name<br />Open country<br />I am unmapped and uncertain<br />But the light is doing something with the plain<br />Open country<br />And I think I'm going to be okay<br />[Bridge]<br />I won't say it was nothing<br />I won't say I'm glad<br />I won't reduce it to a lesson<br />Or pretend it wasn't everything I had<br />But I'm standing in this field now<br />And the field doesn't need me to explain<br />And somewhere in the distance<br />There's a version of me<br />Learning my own name<br />Learning my own name<br />Learning my own name<br />[Chorus]<br />Open country<br />I forgot that this existed<br />Open country<br />All this space I had resisted<br />Every road that doesn't lead back to what we were<br />Every field that doesn't know my name<br />Open country<br />I am unmapped and uncertain<br />But the light is doing something with the plain<br />Open country<br />And I think I'm going to be okay<br />I think I'm going to be okay<br />[Outro]<br />
