The Field (Scoundrels Version)

I came to the field just beyond the thick of the wood

Where the sunlight wasn't broken by the shadows of woulds and coulds

And the scars upon my arm felt softened in the glow

And the heart I thought was cursed was healed from the burdens it'd carried before

I lay down in the soft grass, heard a whisper in my ear

About all the misconceptions that have kept me from coming here

And as I wandered through the thicket through the thorn and the moss

Before i pondered a different way, before I paid the cost

Chorus

In the field where the birds sing their songs

In the field out beyond right and wrong

In the field, where i walked out of the woods

Waiting for me was the gift of my own love

I can see the sun in the sky or follow the stars at night

I can paint myself a course for once in my life

In the field where the birds sing their songs

In the field out beyond right and wrong

In the field, where i wandered out of the woods

Waiting for me was the gift of my own love