Wild Heart

There is a rose

No one knows

What is close to her

There she goes

On her own somewhere west of here

She's the last of her kind

Always there in the back of my mind

Of my mind

I'm tired of pressing on

Without a place to call home

Talking like it's fine, without a love, all alone

But I'm not made of stone

With a wild heart that I've long outgrown

There is a rose

She never shows

What is close to her

There she goes

On her own

There's nothing left for her here

She's the last of her kind

Always there in the back of my mind

Of my mind

I'm tired of pressing on

Without a place to call home

Talking like it's fine, without a love, all alone

But I'm not made of stone

With a wild heart that I've long outgrown

Oh make believe

I was thinking you'd be there for me

Oh fantasy

Only seeing what I want to see

Well you're tapping your foot like you want to leave

It's not like I asked you to marry me

The night that I told you what's wrong with me

I thought that you'd see just how I feel