Fields of Nothing
I saw the preacher's daughter get drawn to the slaughter
With a guy on the baseball team
I know she meant well but she went through hell
And ended up in the ground
The theater's worn down on the
edge of town
And that's where they go to play
Til the lights go down and the
smoke fades out
They hide their pain in the shade
They drink till the walls start falling apart
And their clothes start looking like they're on fire
Their hands like knifes that cut and slice Down to the bone where their skin gets cold
They're throwing their rocks at the
house on 12th
Like they wish they could hit their dad
It's never their fault they don't know how
They ever could leave their empty town
Searching for something in fields of nothing Like a dog on fence nowhere to go
Holding out hope for a hand that isn't coming
Tending on land that'll never grow
Mm, mm
I knew a farmer's son
Loved by everyone
Til they turned on him like the tide
He had a best friend that he loved til the end
But maybe that wasn't alright
He turned to the bottle
With foot on full throttle
Down past the old church signs
If his parents knew that it'd be the last time
That they saw him would he be here tonight
Searching for something in fields of nothing
(Fields of nothing)
Like a dog on fence nowhere to go
(Nowhere to go)
Holding out hope for a hand that isn't coming
(Oh)
Tending on land that'll never grow
Mm
With a guy on the baseball team
I know she meant well but she went through hell
And ended up in the ground
The theater's worn down on the
edge of town
And that's where they go to play
Til the lights go down and the
smoke fades out
They hide their pain in the shade
They drink till the walls start falling apart
And their clothes start looking like they're on fire
Their hands like knifes that cut and slice Down to the bone where their skin gets cold
They're throwing their rocks at the
house on 12th
Like they wish they could hit their dad
It's never their fault they don't know how
They ever could leave their empty town
Searching for something in fields of nothing Like a dog on fence nowhere to go
Holding out hope for a hand that isn't coming
Tending on land that'll never grow
Mm, mm
I knew a farmer's son
Loved by everyone
Til they turned on him like the tide
He had a best friend that he loved til the end
But maybe that wasn't alright
He turned to the bottle
With foot on full throttle
Down past the old church signs
If his parents knew that it'd be the last time
That they saw him would he be here tonight
Searching for something in fields of nothing
(Fields of nothing)
Like a dog on fence nowhere to go
(Nowhere to go)
Holding out hope for a hand that isn't coming
(Oh)
Tending on land that'll never grow
Mm
Credits
Writer(s): Trey Fuller
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