The screen door slams, echoes through the night
Stars above our old porch, twinkling bright
Your boots by the door, worn and a bit torn
Wherever you wander, I'm praying you'll come home
Cornfields whisper secrets, the wind's sweet refrain
In the quiet of the barn, I feel your name
Dog's barkin' at shadows, the moon is high
Lonely midnight creaks, as I close my eyes
Boots by the door, a promise you'll return
Dusty roads and wild dreams, you never yearn
For anything but freedom, and the open sky
But I wait with your boots, and a simple sigh
Morning sun creeps, the rooster crows
A new day dawning, but where the river flows
Your boots stand silent, like a sentinel's plea
More than just leather, they're a part of me
Neighbors pass by, with a nod and a wave
Heartbeats racing on these chances we save
Tractor's hum working fields of golden grain
But in the evening shadows, your boots remain
Boots by the door, a promise you'll return
Dusty roads and wild dreams, you never yearn
For anything but freedom, and the open sky
But I wait with your boots, and a simple sigh.
