man in the field

Noah Cyrus

There s a man in the filed with a candle in hand
And he walks on the hills and he talks in the land
When you call out to him, he disappears
But I know he s there still, the man in the field
There s a man in the field, I once knew him close
But now I only feel the chill of his ghost
And I used to be who he trusted most
Now I don t know how it feels for the man in the field

Oh-oh, oh
When he set that old house on fire
Oh-oh, oh
The place I grew up as a child
Oh-oh, oh
He s mine and the land grew out
But I m searching still
For the man in the field

There s a man in the field and I ve seen him cry
I ve lost count of the times that I told him goodbye
But I knew he was gone by the look in his eye
No, I know I can hear the man in the field
There s a man in the field and he s stuck in the past
And he don t understand that don t nothing last
If he was more of man, he d give all the love back
But he robs and he steals, the man in the field

Oh-oh, oh
When he set that old house on fire
Oh-oh, oh
The place I grew up as a child
Oh-oh, oh
He s mine and the land grew out
But I m searching still
For the man in the field

There s a man in the field, he s lost in between
The Moon and the Sun, the dead intervene
And if you listen close to the song of the wind
He s singing at the hills, the man in the field
But I know he s there still, the man in the field
The man in the field, the man in the field