Million

When I came back from Finland

The taxi took me down the street

I saw the red flowers growing like they used to

By the roadside, in the smothering summer heat

You were standing out in front of the house

With your floral print dress on

And you had questions only a masochist would ask

Written all over your big, brown eyes

The moon is high over Iowa tonight

And the moon is high over Iowa tonight

And I brought your blanket, hand-woven, hand-dyed

The moon is high over Iowa tonight