Ides of march

Hard to believe, the summer's gone
The fall will fade and it won't be long til the ides of March
We don't fight, but something's wrong
The city's alright
But it's just not home for a lovely country girl
She's leaving

The hours in the evening without you seem like years
The apple's gone sour without you around
Why don't you come back, dear?

She said come to the country, it's oh so green
The fresh air strips you conscience clean
And there is no scene, just scenery (and you and me)
The fields will flood, bring your boots in case
The streets are mud, but they're always safe
Even after dark, even in the ides of March

The cows look funny
But I hardly ever laugh without you here
The apples are actually quite sweet
But not like you, dear

Window seat on a morning flight
I'd like to meet you there tonight
Got a table in a field for two
And a ring for you