Fields

<br>August night swelters roll back the covers<br>and I remember a long lost summer<br>when you and I were a whole lot better friends <br><br>In skyclad fields we came together<br>hard to hold in moonlit heather<br>get off me boy, you`re breaking my back again <br><br>And a mouth full of broken words<br>was all I had and all she heard<br>as the sun set down to disappear<br>into the haziest sunset of the year <br><br>So we drove for days and talked about nothing<br>as the fields rolled by an American discussion<br>do you remember when <br><br>Do you recall the place that you`re from<br>who do you like and who do you love<br>who do you hate and who`s your favorite band <br><br>Isn`t it weird how things can change<br>in a year and some you look so strange<br>and you don`t look at me half as dear<br>as you did sometime late last year...goodbye