The wind changed
The first day that you came through
Cut the corn
Washed it clean
Now everything thats ever gone before
Is just a blur
It's all because of you
And now I find this city is like a stranger to me
I once was fooled by Cadillacs and honey
But no one feels like you
Not like you
Not like you
Not like you

Cause even though the flower fades
Something takes it's place
A marching band on a sunny day
Two pretty eyes or a a pretty face

Then in the forest I made my home
Lay down on hard and ancient stone
Then if my heart should somehow stop
I'll hang on, to the hope
That you're not too late
That you're not too late

And there are times I know
When I will have to chase you
The further from my side you go
The longing grows
And though I hate this
I'll still want you,
I will hate this
But I'll still want you

Even though the flower dies
Something is by it's side
A helping hand or a kiss goodbye
To ease it on it's way