Big open land you hold the weight of the air in your handsnBig open air you feel the tickle of the trees on your chestnAnd why'd you go and waste it nThe things that you know are makin you a stone wall stone fence nYour stories so old you just tend to keep themnLong winding road nYou got a secret but you won't share itnBig open land you hold the weight of the air in your handsnBig open air you feel the tickle of the trees on your chestnAnd why'd you go and waste itnThe things that you know are makin you a stone wall stone fence nYour stories so old you just tend to keep themnLong winding road you got a secret but you won't share it