From the recording Dust on the Tracks: Outtakes & Rarities
This stripped-down version of Space reframes Ryland Fisher’s fan-favorite with a cinematic, soul-searching glow. Slower and more spacious, it trades the original’s drive for a powerful stillness—evoking wide-open skies and emotional reckoning. Ryland’s vocal delivers with aching clarity, backed by atmospheric guitar work that builds a landscape of longing, release, and renewal. It’s the sound of moving on, and maybe even believing again.
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