Field of Dreams

I spent my nights by your side
In our field of dreams
But now our field has gone to waste
the garden in need of weeding
The weat is dead and so's our love
You left me alone in our field
dreaming that we would unite our lives
I was left with the field mice
watchingthem eat the dried corn
My heart is dying with our field
The burnt ceader barn looms in the distance
We used to shelter our love there
The farm has gone to ruin
And still I wait for you
I wait for a lover
In a field of lost dreams