Fireweed

I'm gonna get going Friday morning I'd like to stay but it's best I'm going Things don't feel like they should be So I'll hit the road and just be free You're the prettiest girl there's ever been Your eyes light up with love from within You put joy in the hearts of your every fan Your babies, your mama, and this old man You found me, sweet angel, and you let me in I didn't know you wanted more than a friend Well I've been trying to be all I can But in the end am I your man? (In the end am I your man?) Yeah, I'm gonna get going Friday morning You know I want to stay but I better get going Things don't feel like I want 'em to be At least I can travel and just be free Forever I've been looking for someone to hold With big warm eyes and a heart of gold Your eyes are the prettiest place to be I want to believe they were meant for me Through your emerald gaze I feel seen Makes me believe God's not so mean Yeah... been here once, but it's different this time It feels as if you've always been mine So I'm gonna get going Friday morning I'd love to stay but I'd better get going Things don't feel like they ought to be You know I never wanted to be this free (No, I never wanted to be so free) You're just like fireweed you know You are the very first thing to grow After my heart got burned to the ground And I wasn't look'n, but I feel found Found by the prettiest pinkest flower And that in my most needy hour Yeah... I know you feel so safe with me But, love... am I everything you need (I want to be everything you need) And, yeah, I'm outta here Friday morning Too hard to stay; I'm gonna get going But running from what I feel to be free Just isn't how it ought to be (No it isn't how love ought to be) Look at my fireweed in her fullest bloom Like the salmon I am running home to you Against the stream against all time To be your lover before I die From the river's mouth I run And I'm running to, not running from With all my best, I've yet to live This is the love I have to give (All the love I want to give) And I'll be gone on Friday morning I think I know just where I'm going I'll follow where the big dipper leads And I'll find you there, my fireweed Coming for you, my fireweed (I'll soon be themy fireweed.)