Wildflowers don't grow in the city My heart turns grey and shriveled now I want to be who I wasn't I want to dance and not feel the gloom A child running for nothin' I watched you go, my feet were glued I found God on Sunday More than layin' next to you My arms stretched out like Jesus Watch you tie me down to the bed My heaven burns on Monday Not broken-hearted but aching head ♪ Wildflowers don't grow in the city I dreamt the sidewalk broke in two The earth was calling to me A line stretched down Fifth Avenue It came in through my window Carry me home, like you used to