Who doesn't know what I'm talking about
Who's never left home, who's never struck out
To find a dream and a life of their own
A place in the clouds, a foundation of stone
Many precede and many will follow
A young girl's dream no longer hollow
It takes the shape of a place out west
But what it holds for her, she hasn't yet guessed
She needs wide open spaces
Room to make her big mistakes
She needs new faces
She knows the high stakes
She traveled this road as a child
Wide eyed and grinning, she never tired
But now she won't be coming back with the rest
If these are life's lessons, she'll take this test
Mom stares out the window and says, "I'm leaving my girl"
As her folks drive away, her dad yells, "Check the oil!"
She said, "It didn't seem like that long ago"
When she stood there and let her own folks know
She knows the highest stakes
She knows the highest stakes
She knows the highest stakes
She knows the highest stakes
please don't believe in me
please disagree with me
life is too easy
words by Susan Gibson, Dixie Chicks, Wide Open Spaces
images by The Corn Poppy, MillersPond, Southampton & Hamble
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