the wind changed, the first day that you came through cut the corn, washed it clean now everything that’s ever gone before, is just a blur it’s all because of you and now i find, this cities like a stranger to me i once was fooled by cadillacs and honey but no one feels like you not like you not like you not like you
cause even though the flower fades something takes it’s place a marching band on a sunny day, two pretty eyes or a a pretty face
then in the forest i made my home lay down on hard and ancient stone then if my heart should somehow stop i’ll hang on, to the hope that you’re not too late that you’re not too late
and there are times i know when i will have to chase you the further from my side you go, the longing grows and though i hate this, i’ll still want you, i will hate this, but i’ll still want you
even though the flower dies somethings by it’s side a helping hand or a kiss goodbye, to ease it on it’s way
then in the forest i made my home lay down on hard and ancient stone then if my heart should somehow stop i’ll hang on, to the hope that you’re not too late that you’re not too late
then in the forest i made my home lay down on hard and ancient stone then if my heart should somehow stop i’ll hang on, to the hope that you’re not too late that you’re not too late