And though I walk these fields alone
I want only to be gone
I think I hear you call my name
I think you seem so far away

And while the summer breezes blow
From seeds the roots begin to grow
I think of you
But you’re so far away

     Take the passions from my past
     They cloud the present story
     The good times fade – the bad times last
     And keep us from the glory of our lives

And though I walk this field alone
And wishing only to be gone
I think the world is still the same
I think you’re still so far away

And while the summer breezes blow
I know we reap the crops we sow
Regret the bargains that
We cut so long ago

     Take the passions from my past
     They cloud the present story
     The good times fade – the bad times last
     And keep us from the glory of our lives