From the recording Ryland
“Space” blends the raw edge of country-rock with cinematic emotion, proving Ryland Fisher can craft a song that’s both vulnerable and bold. Electric guitar riffs cut through melancholic melodies, while delicate acoustic breaks and Ryland’s smooth, aching vocals create a sound that’s as expansive as it is intimate. It’s a fierce yet reflective anthem — wild, untamed, and unforgettable.
Lyrics
Rolling like a stone on this desert highway
No place I gotta be
Just a dotted line and the the hood of a '68
Stretched out in front of me
Yeah, since you been gone
I’ve been moving on
Like a gypsy king, wild and free
Ain’t gonna be caught
Like a desperado burning a trail out to "Hole-in-the-Wall"
Like a freight-jumper riding the wind on the L&C
Like a cowboy strapped
On a green-broke runaway
Baby, you can have your space
There’s a bar in Tesuque and a girl named Ruby I used to know
There’s a house out under the edge of the sun that ain’t got no phone
Out where nothing rings
If you wanna find me, I’ll be...
Like a gypsy king, wild and free
Ain’t gonna be caught
Like a desperado burning a trail out to "Hole-in-the-Wall"
Like a freight-jumper riding the wind on the L&C
Like a cowboy strapped
On a green-broke runaway
Baby, you can have your space
500 miles, a tank full of gas
Baby, just like that
Like a gypsy king, wild and free
Ain’t gonna be caught
Like a desperado burning a trail out to "Hole-in-the-Wall"
Like a freight-jumper riding the wind on the L&C
Like a cowboy strapped
On a green-broke runaway
Like a cowboy strapped
On a green-broke runaway
Baby, you can have your space
Baby, you can have your space