I see your painted sky
In each passing day
There is real pain in me
When I remember you're away
In outstretched hours
I remember your yarn spun hands
Now pillows hung in mine
I hope you heard my voice
I know you're running now
In big fields of love
I clutch your gold chains to my heart
When I feel you're far
I hope you are proud
In your long fields of love
Elvis sung in the distance
And you follow another trail home