In the Fields-Sara Hickman

In the fields where we laid our heads Dog barking to the heat of the beating sun Hot ground, sweet ground a feeling of fever in the air Kissing the nape of your neck, sighing colors Breaking sticks into heartsick flaming words In the fields making love The luck of the Irish tucked between your toes Love's debt pays regret, in months I begin to show Dressing as a car drives by gasping buzzards Turning time into a lover's rhyme Pressed between the pages of my heart In the fields where are you? Are you hiding yourself there still? Oh in the fields where are you? Are you hiding yourself in a city of weeds? Are you hiding yourself in a city of glass? In a city of glass In the fields tripping on Pushing through the barbs to reach the greener side It was years ago we let each other go To follow the paths of our dreams Sometimes I carry the memory, full time Delivering the spitting image of you Eyes burn and I live at peace I did what I had to do and you, and you, and you Oh in the fields where are you? Are you hiding yourself there still? Oh now in the fields where are you? Are you hiding yourself in a city of weeds? Are you hiding yourself in a city of glass? In the fields where are you? Are you hiding yourself there still? Oh in the fields where are you? Are you hiding yourself in a city of weeds? Are you hiding yourself in a city of glass? In a city of glass Time waits for no one And I've lost track of you