field of gold

my clock is ticking

its getting late

i don't know if i could wait

that creepy feeling 

it awaits 

come

come out

its damp

its cold

 

the fun field of gold

come

come now

lets hope im still around

on the road one hundred towns

its damp

its cold

i wanna be in the field of gold 

baby

baby

that creepy feeling 

its gold