The story
He can’t outrun his own head under that wide, empty sky.
He sits where the red dirt stretches forever and every mile only gives his mind more room to run. With nothing but heat, dust, and the long silence pressing in, he keeps turning one worry over until it grows bigger than the outback itself. The land is wide open, but his thoughts still won’t let him breathe.
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Lyrics
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