We invariably left the prairies
In my heart
Since we never moved an inch
Does the love grow
Home with the wild rose(?), now
Somethings(?) moving out here
We invariably left the prairies
In my heart
Since we never moved an inch
Then you found me
Alone on a Friday, now
Somethings(?) moving out here
So I'm going over (?)
My parents or your dad
Rockies or the Great Lakes
And my heart pounds as you say
So I'm going over (?)
My parents or your dad
Rockies or the Great Lakes
And my heart pounds as you say
And all these things will past
It's the good ones that will last
And right here what we've had
Is a good thing, it will last
And all these things will past
It's the good ones that will last
And right here what we've had
Is a good thing, it will last
