Wild Heart

There is a rose
No one knows
What is close to her
There she goes
On her own somewhere west of here

She's the last of her kind
Always there in the back of my mind
Of my mind

I'm tired of pressing on
Without a place to call home
Talking like it's fine, without a love, all alone
But I'm not made of stone
With a wild heart that I've long outgrown

There is a rose
She never shows
What is close to her
There she goes
On her own
There's nothing left for her here

She's the last of her kind
Always there in the back of my mind
Of my mind

I'm tired of pressing on
Without a place to call home
Talking like it's fine, without a love, all alone
But I'm not made of stone
With a wild heart that I've long outgrown

Oh make believe
I was thinking you'd be there for me
Oh fantasy
Only seeing what I want to see
Well you're tapping your foot like you want to leave
It's not like I asked you to marry me
The night that I told you what's wrong with me
I thought that you'd see just how I feel