Ive been wrong before
And Ill be there again
I dont have
any answers my friend
Just this pile of old questions
My memory left me here
In the field of opportunity
Its plowin time again.
Im going back to my house
But Im not goin now
Its too early
to be leaving here, somehow
Let me bore you with this story
"How my lover let me down"
While I borrow seeds of sadness
From the ground.
In the field of opportunity
Its plowin time again.
There aint no way of telling
Where these seeds
will rise or when
Ill just wait
around til springtime
And then, Ill find a friend
In the field of opportunity
Its plowin time again.
When Im all done cultivatin
Ill be rockin on the porch
Tryin to picture
you and where you are
And therell be no hesitatin
When Cupid lights the torch
With those headlights
comin down the hill
Between the stars.
In the field of opportunity
Its plowin time again.
There aint no way of telling
Where these seeds
will rise or when
Ill just wait
around til springtime
And then, Ill find a friend
In the field of opportunity
Its plowin time again.
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