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field notes - owl city (lyrics):
We were heading on home, Diesel and me
Down an old gravel road, way out in the country
Tuckered out after working the fields all day
When all of a sudden, off like a shot
That dog took off running, barking his head off
Wherever he went, he went like there was hell to pay
So lickety-split, I crashed through the fields
Chasing after that hound and I was hot on his heels
When we both went over the edge of a deep ravine
As I crawled up the bank, cold and soaked to the bone
A glint caught my eye from the mud where it shone
Something was buried there, alongside a stream
Now the middle of a field is a pretty odd place
To find some kind of trunk or a chest or a crate
But buried under the earth, I saw a corner exposed
No there wasn't a map or a note or a key
It was clearly forgotten, just waiting for me
Like I was supposed to find it there, right under my nose
It had laid there for years, deep in the dirt
So I dug it out and wiped my hands on my shirt
I pried up the lid and excitedly peered inside
And what I saw was a sight to behold
Cuz that tattered old trunk was crammed full of gold
My eyes bugged out, it was enough to make a grown man cry
Big golden bricks with a shimmery sheen
They were a staggering sight to a poor boy like me
But right then and there I knew what I had to do
So with a smile, I sold what little I had
I gave my pots and my pans to my mom and my dad
And then I bought that field cuz it was my dream come true
And then, full of joy, I said goodbye to my shack
It wasn't much of a home, so I never looked back
And I never questioned the choice I happily made
I said I need that field, whatever it takes
You might call it foolish, but I'd call it faith
Trusting in God so gladly, you can't hardly wait
And that's how I learned how a rich fella counts
His treasure in heaven, not under the ground
Cuz betting the farm is well worth the risk
To carefully keep such a beautiful gift
That's yours forever, it's a pretty good deal
There's a couple of things more precious than gold
One is your heart and the other's your soul
And you got something unique that nobody can steal
It's a fable, you see, and the moral is this
Your heart's with your treasure, wherever it is
And trust me, when you dig
A treasure will be revealed
And you never know what could be buried in the middle of a field