There’s a coyote dieing on the back porch
And I had a fever of one hundred and four
Any hope that I had, of you coming back
Is gone with this dieing *****?
And I’m sorry that couldn’t save him
And I’m sorry that you had to go
But I’m hoping that someday you’ll make it
To the fields where the wildflowers grow
mmmm mmm m mmmmmm
I can see the crows from the hillside
And I can see the lights of downtown
And I used to see your face, every single day
But I try not to think about it now
And I’m sorry that couldn’t hold on
But there’s now way that I could’ve known
And I’m waiting through all of the seasons
But you never have come back home
And I know that I shouldn’t hold out
Now that you’re 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 someday you’ll make it
To the fields where the wildflowers grow
But I’m hoping that someday you’ll make it
To the fields where the wildflowers grow
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