Wildflowers

Wildflowers don't grow in the city
My heart turns gray and shriveled now
I wanna be who I wasn't
I wanna dance in that field of blue
A child runnin' 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 achin' head

Wildflowers don't grow in the city
I dreamt the sidewalk broke in two
The earth was calling to me
A vine stretched down Fifth Avenue
It came in through my window
Carry me home like you used to