standin' in the field lookin' at a small dark cloud above my head
and the cloud is blockin' out the sun and fillin' up my mind with things i've read
everything is bright as summer in my little tiny world of space
all except the one small memory that my mind just won't erase
maybe she'll be needin' her some time to do some thinkin'
maybe she'll be wantin' to be free
and maybe on a cold and rainy day in the winter
maybe she'll be comin' back to me
it's not like a normal land to let this thing keep hangin' in my brain
i have given it the time it needs the hill so it won't come back again
but every time i come back to this little spot that we called our place
the small dark cloud comes back to block the sun that is shinin' on my face
maybe she'll be needin' her some time to do some thinkin'
maybe she'll be wantin' to be free
and maybe on a cold and rainy day in the winter
maybe she'll be comin' back to me
and maybe on a cold and rainy day in the winter
maybe she'll be comin' back to me