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