theres a coyote dying on the backporch
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 theres no way that we could have known
still i've waited through all of the seasons
but you aint never gonna come back home
and i know that i shouldn't hold out
now that your so far away
nothings gonna change it anyway
and i'm sorry that i couldn't save him
and i'm sorry that you had to go
but i'm hoping that some day 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
