Wildflowers

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