i've never seen a wheat field. it makes me really sad sometimes. i'd like to think that if you were here, you'd say, okay. and then you'd drive me out to find one. but that's not you, not really.
"And the sun pours down like honey On our lady of the harbour And she shows you where to look Among the garbage and the flowers There are heroes in the seaweed There are children in the morning They are leaning out for love And they will lean that way forever"