Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold...
I need some shelter of my own protection baby
To be with myself instead of calamity...
She just might get you lost
And she just might leave you torn
But she just might save your soul
If she gets you any closer..
Is it any wonder I'm tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?
Oh, these days, after all the misery made,
Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?
Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed?
And I'm juggling all the thoughts in my head
I'm juggling and my fear's on fire
but I'm listening as it evolves in my head
I'm balancing on one fine wire...
If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the "no's" on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark ...