After the day’s work in the field is done
And an incense offering to the sky
I stop for a moment and I watch the blood-red sun
Slide through the haze and into the night
If it was only a sweet thing I would call it love and dream about love
But I been workin’ another day and everything’s the same
And everything has changed
More than I expected, more than I like to say
She figures into everything that I do
She helps me to see myself in a different way
And takes me far beyond what I could never go through
If it was only a sweet thing I would call it love and dream about love
But she brings me a new pain, it’s deep and grey
And grows every day
Now that some time’s gone by and I’m less afraid
‘Cause nothin’ can make up for what has been
I think of when I first set out to follow a trail
And I wish I could feel that way again
If it was only a sweet thing I would call it love and dream about love
But when I think of those love dreams I shake my head
And try to smile instead
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Kevin Brixius: Vocal, acoustic guitar
Ben Durrant: Electric guitar
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