Who cares about my name, who cares that we weren't dead, who cares that I haven't Given up, who cares that I'm a man who knows what he wants. I've tried to, I've tried to run, to free my soul. Wide open, wide open space can be so cruel. I'm at home but I can't sleep, all my pics just looks so. Strange. When I shake my head to fit in, when the girls comin and I don't know their names. I've tried to, I've tried to run, to free my soul. Wide open, wide open space can be so cruel.