Wildflowers

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 and not feel the gloom
A child running for nothin'
I watched you go, my feet were glued
I found God on Sunday
More than layin' next to you
My arms stretched out like Jesus
Watch you tie 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, my cutest too