I chase stars beyond the hills miles from this heartland,
but I've learned in all my trails,
the best place to land,
Is right where roots run deep,
Love always blooms in the whisper of the wild flowers.

I find my truth,
In the arms of these old fields,
I'm finding where I belong,
Finding peace in that old whiskey burn with wild flowers written in every turn,
Back in town where the memories link the passive fields that once held my dreams in the sky,
I've been too long chasing the city lights but here in the quiet I find what feels right,
Whiskey burns like memories do wild flowers bloom simple and true,
love's got its thorns,
but also its grace,
finding my peace in this familiar place,
As whiskey burns like memories do wild flowers bloom simple and true,
Love's got its thorns but also its grace,
finding my peace in this familiar place,
The chase took me far through bustling streets but treasures I seek belong beneath my feet,
Whiskey burns like memories do wild flowers bloom,
While whiskey burns like memories do wild flowers bloom in this familiar place,
In the twilight glow with the cricket song these fields whisper I've been here all along