In the field of shadows
Where flowers stand like trees
By the cover of a willow
He got down on his knees

He buried all his hopes and dreams
There beside a quiet stream
And waited for the summer to make 'em bloom

With a shovel in his sore hands
He dug a hole so deep
He took his dream plants
And set 'em down to sleep

The secret thoughts, yeah, they all went down
Buried in the stony ground
And waited for the summer to make 'em bloom

Maybe hope is shallow
'Cuz nothing ever grew
The ground laid fallow
Only dirt beneath his shoes

Some dreams are just meant to stay
Alone inside a padlocked cage
The seed that's dead and broken will never bloom
The seed that's dead and broken will never bloom