Portrait Of Maud

Maude, Maude oh my God There's something about the way the light Hits you standing in the door And I know I can't go home again But you changed me into a red rose I'm waiting on your windowsill I've got your portrait in a frame And it's waiting on my windowsill Maude, Maude oh my God I took this trip from coast to coast To win back the girl I love the most I know it sounds stupid when I say it out loud But it's a cowboy movie kind of love The country unrolls before my eyes California's like the promised land And I feel like a pioneer But the tumbleweeds have changed Into plastic shopping bags All the buffalo are dead And there's nowhere left to expand Well you changed me into a red rose I'm waiting on your windowsill I've got your portrait in a frame And it's waiting on my windowsill