From A Field Where Nothing Grows Lyrics

Staring so very far away.
You've not been yourself for days.
Bury your head in your hands.
Finding you doing the best that you can,
offering that as consolation.
I called and reached your answering machine.

You're still floating through my mind,
like a lullaby.
Leave your name and number
though I will never reply.

But you don't owe anyone anything
out of generosity's sake.
Would you tell your mother and your father,
they raised you like a rose from a field where nothing grows.