I´ve been wrong before
And I´ll be there again
I don´t have
any answers my friend
Just this pile of old questions
My memory left me here
In the field of opportunity
It´s plowin´ time again.

I´m going´ back to my house
But I´m not goin´ now
It´s too early
to be leaving here, somehow
Let me bore you with this story
"How my lover let me down"
While I borrow seeds of sadness
From the ground.

In the field of opportunity
It´s plowin´ time again.
There ain´t no way of telling
Where these seeds
will rise or when
I´ll just wait
around ´til springtime
And then, I´ll find a friend
In the field of opportunity
It´s plowin´ time again.

When I´m all done cultivatin´
I´ll be rockin´ on the porch
Tryin´ to picture
you and where you are
And there´ll be no hesitatin´
When Cupid lights the torch
With those headlights
comin´ down the hill
Between the stars.

In the field of opportunity
It´s plowin´ time again.
There ain´t no way of telling
Where these seeds
will rise or when
I´ll just wait
around ´til springtime
And then, I´ll find a friend
In the field of opportunity
It´s plowin´ time again.