Dykehouse - Western Lands lyrics

From the tree the fields look (?) and lifeless to my eye Next time I think I'll fly Turn us to the western lands Where destiny awaits where At the bar, I see a girl I know I've seen before She's staring at the floor She reminds me of our love I miss the times we've had Before it all went bad Drifting slowly down the line Searching for someplace up high When I reach that seaside town I hope I don't come home or cross this mess of trail Love and loss (?) A maiden made of gold Drifting slowly down the tide Back to town of my cloud I hope to god I don't come back Across this mess of track