I wish I'd see a field below
I wish I'd hear a rooster crow
but there are none who live downtown
and so the day starts out so slow

again the sun was never called
and darkness spreads over the snow
like ancient bruises
I'm awake to feel the ache

but I wish I'd see a field below
I wish I'd see a field below

I wish I'd see your face below
I wish I'd hear you whispering low
but you don't live downtown no more
and everything must come and go.