I hate to see the yellow drain from all the meadows

The honey's running out

Eyes blinded by the sun

The loud and distant thud tells me a storm's coming in

Oh, silly me what could've I done to catch your careless fall and make you strong and tall

My stupid mouth what could've I said to mend your head and give you some rest

Take me out the prairie where it hopefully won't be so scary

We'll figure out the month by looking at the sun

My fingers are all roots my hair is all the leaves that fly above the blue to you

Our cozy little picnic is ruined by the remnants of the past and all I asked of you

Couldn't accept the truth

Take me out the prairie where it hopefully won't be so scary

We'll figure out the month by looking at the sun

My fingers are all roots my hair is all the leaves that fly above the blue to you

Oh, silly me what could've I done to catch your careless fall and make you strong and tall

My stupid mouth what could've I said to mend your head and give you some rest