Theres 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 Im sorry that I couldnt save him And Im sorry that you had to go And Im hoping that someday youll 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 Ive waited through all of the seasons But you aint never gonna come back home And I know that I shouldnt hold out Now that youre so far away Nothings gonna change it anyway And Im sorry that I couldnt save him And Im sorry that you had to go And Im hoping that someday youll make it To the field where the wildflowers grow And Im hoping that someday youll make it To the field where the wildflowers grow
wildflower, sorry, hoping, field, someday