There's a coyote dying on the back porch And I had a fever of a hundred and four And any hope I had of you coming back Is gone with dying dog
And I'm sorry that I couldn't save him And I'm sorry that you had to go And I'm hoping that someday you'll make it To the field where the wildflowers grow
Well I can see the cross from the hillside And I can see the lights downtown And I used to see your face every single day But I try not to think about it now And you were always one to worry But there's no way that we could have known Still I've waited through all of the seasons But you ain't never gonna come back home And I know that I shouldn't hold out Now that you're so far away Nothing's gonna change it anyway
And I'm sorry that I couldn't save him And I'm sorry that you had to go And I'm hoping that someday you'll make it To the field where the wildflowers grow
And I'm hoping that someday you'll make it To the field where the wildflowers grow