Wildflowers don't grow in the city My heart turns gray and shriveled now I want to be who I wasn't I want to dance in my field of blue A child running for nothin' I watched you go, my feet were glued
I found God on Sunday Morning, layin' next to you My arms stretched out like Jesus White sheets nail me down to the bed My heaven burns on Monday Not brokenhearted but aching head
Wildflowers don't grow in the city I dreamt the sidewalk broke in two The earth was calling to me A line stretched down Fifth Avenue It came in through my window Carry me home like you used to
