I've been trying so hard But it's come back at me With a thousand arms And it seems that being right here Would be worse than being wrong And I'm done But right now I just can't see Well here we are it seems Standing at the field of dreams Where it's lonely and it's holy and it's sweet Hey Lock the exits Bar the doors and follow course You'll see my face in the faded church house floor Imagine being right here For at least a year it seems All right there for you and I to see Well he was breathing cold affections Paper love on TV screens Well here we are it seems Standing at the field of dreams Where it's lonely and it's holy and it's sweet Why's it gotta be so goddamn sweet Ah hey Lock the exits Bar the doors and follow course You'll see my face in the faded church house floor