Image  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

[Repeat Chorus]
She knows the high stakes

As her folks drive away, her dad yells, “Check the oil!”
Mom stares out the window and says, “I’m leaving my girl”
She said, “It didn’t seem like that long ago”
When she stood there and let her own folks know

[Repeat Chorus]
She knows the highest stakes
She knows the highest stakes
She knows the highest stakes
She knows the highest stakes



My Take (back in Sept 2009):

Wide open spaces..

used to really want that.. used to pray so hard for a way of striking out on my own.. do I not crave it still? Do I want to stay as I am, where I am?

Now that I’ve been on my own for as long as I can remember, do I still want this? Do I not long for the comfort of hearth and home? Do I not miss the voices that I used to loathe hearing so much?

Now that my dreams are no longer hollow, no longer just dreams.. now that they have become a reality, and more.. do I still want them? Are these still my dreams? Sometimes I get to thinking that instead of making my dreams come true, life turned them into nightmares.

I now have a life of my own. But is this the kind of life that I want? Is this a life, or a lie? Do I not want to go back to the life I used to live? Do I want that life that had me dreaming those dreams, that had me aching to go away, the life that I have successfully broken free of?

Yes, I do know the stakes. They have been so high that they sometimes made me wonder how I ever made it through.

How the hell was i able to get off barely unscathed?
What is there to life, if anything more than this?