Who doesn't know what I'm talking about?
Who's never left home, who's never struck-out
To find a dream and a life of their own?
A place in the clouds, a foundation of stone?
Many precede, and many will follow
A young girl's dream, no longer hollow
It takes the shape of a place out-west
But what it holds for her, she hasn't yet guessed
She needs wide, open spaces
Room to make her big mistakes
She needs new faces
She knows the highest stakes
She traveled this road as a child
Wide-eyed and grinning, she never tired
But, now, She won't be coming back with the rest
If these are life's lessons, she'll take this test
She needs wide, open spaces
Room to make her big mistakes
She needs new faces
She knows the highest stakes
She knows the highest stakes
As her folks drive away, her dad yells: Check the oil!
Mom stares out the window, and says: I'm leavin' my girl
She said it didn't seem like that long ago
When she stood there, and let her own folks know
She needed wide, open spaces
Room to make her big mistakes
She needs new faces
She knows the highest stakes
She knows the highest stakes (wide, open spaces)
She knows the highest stakes (wide, open spaces)
She knows the highest stakes (wide, open spaces)
