Maude, maude oh my god There's something about the way the light Hits you standing in the door And i know i can't go home again But you changed me into a red rose I'm waiting on your windowsill I've got your portrait in a frame And it's waiting on my windowsill Maude, maude oh my god I took this trip from coast to coast To win back the girl i love the most I know it sounds stupid when i say it out loud But it's a cowboy movie kind of love The country unrolls before my eyes California's like the promise land And i feel like a pioneer But the tumbleweeds have changed Into plastic shopping bags All the buffalo are dead And there's nowhere left to expand Well you changed me into a red rose I'm waiting on your windowsill I've got your portrait in a frame And it's waiting on my windowsill