Fields. (feat. Grandad Michaels)

It's been a long time since we talked
Call me back when you're free
I left him a voicemail that reads
Dear Grandad
It's been so many months that I haven't called
Seems as always something more important on my to do list
All that I'm missing, chasing everything I lack, Grandad
Seems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do
And it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand
So I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone
And how are you, grandad? Do you get lonely too, Granddad?
'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)

You see? (Free)
Like a child, rolling (running) down a hill (rolling down a hill)
In a field of golden of golden and green
Where every burden that weights on me (ah)
Will fall away like a soft rain
And fall into a stream (stream)
In fields of golden and green (green)

I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room
Do you still play the piano, Grandad? Play me something, play me Clair de Lune
My goodness me, where did all the time go?
When did I go from being a kid?
My mum tucking me into to bed, to this grown-up granddad (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)
Is this as good as it gets? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)
My other pillows never touched, it gathers dust and yet (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)
I pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)
And I'll have a rest for life like when I was 18 (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)
You see? (You see? Free)
I just wanna be free (I just wanna be free, free)
Free of every single case (every single case)
In a field of golden of golden and red (golden and red)
And every burden that weighs on me (ah)
Will fall away like a soft rain
And fall into a stream (stream)
In fields of golden and green (green)

Grandad
Hello, Rachel, seems to been a while since we last spoken
There's no today passes by when I don't think of you
You asked me if I ever get lonely
You can feel lonely in crowded room
Spoken like a true poet, Granddad is a songwriter, you see?
We were both born little with big dreams and he'd tell me stories
How back in his day, he (I) wrote and he (I) wrote till his (my) hands wrecked with pain
And he said something to me that brought these tears to my eyes, he said
You will hear my songs when I die
And I told him: Grandad, so long it's good, gives me life
I will practice your song and I will give it my least try

You see (free)
I just wanna be free (free)
Free of every single case (every single case)
In a field of golden of golden and red
And every burden that weighs on me (ah)
Will fall away like a soft rain
And fall into a stream (stream)
In fields of golden and green (green)
In fields of golden and (free)

Free
I don't wanna be crying (won't be crying no more)
(No more, no more, no more, no more)
I just wanna be (I'm joyful)
It's got to be joyful (I don't wanna feel sad no more)
I don't want to be sad no more
I just wanna be free (for music is medicine you cry form the soul)
I don't wanna be (I'm crying)
I don't want to be crying (as you set sail with your tent, will you tore up the world?)
I don't wanna be sad no more (no more, no more, no more, no more)
I just want to live glory love (and just remember, love, you'll always be grandad's little girl)