I've been wrong before. And I'll be there again. I don't have any answers my friend. Just this pile of old questions. My memory left me here. In the field of opportunity. It's plowin' time again.. I'm going' back to my house. But I'm not goin' now. It's too early to be leaving here somehow. Let me bore you with this story. "How my lover let me down". While I borrow seeds of sadness. From the ground.. In the field of opportunity. It's plowin' time again.. There ain't no way of telling. Where these seeds will rise or when. I'll just wait around 'til springtime. And then I'll find a friend. In the field of opportunity. It's plowin' time again.. When I'm all done cultivatin'. I'll be rockin' on the porch. Tryin' to picture you and where you are. And there'll be no hesitatin'. When Cupid lights the torch. With those headlights comin' down the hill. Between the stars.. In the field of opportunity. It's plowin' time again.. There ain't no way of telling. Where these seeds will rise or when. I'll just wait around 'til springtime. And then I'll find a friend. In the field of opportunity. It's plowin' time again..