Story Behind The Song

About the cross-country travels of vocalist Ryan Quackenbush and his yearning to return.

Song Description

Opening track on the LP Colors You Wont Believe

Lyrics

i've seen wide open plains
split wide open by trains
and they carry fuel, and my eyes,
as i look through wet glass and sighs,
and find myself.
With a purpose, all spread out on the surface.

Cool, dark scents climb my fence,
I open up. Get a quick grin right down at me.

The road push me over the hills
to a salt lake with spills. Forested pleasure.
Thought i left you behind with the weather?

But i was wrong to assume i'd stay gone for long.

Cuz i can't push it off
Man, my steps need to roam
across the flats and the mountains til im tired to the bone,
Cuz ive read of the places, but i need to find traces
of the faces, the mazes, the blazes burning too far from home.

But don't you know there was no "us" there?
and don't you know that it never left my head?
I don't suppose i cost you cab fare
through trains and flames to view estranged lands instead.
In passing: you left me meditating on the hillside,
can't find the road that led me here.
So i lay down in the safety of the shadows
and i, i, feel you disappear.
Don't you know i left you behind with the weather?

Feet stand on uneven grass growing in crooked lines.
Briskly a breeze tickles my sleeves,
realize what i need. Yeah,
makes me wish you were nearby.
Wide open plains still stick in my mind.