As the sun came up over that eastern field todaynI could not help but think of younThe feeling shoots through me like a bulletnwhen I think of all the pain I put you throughnEvery day I can see that I'm a part of younand you're a part of mennIt all used to make so much more sensenand I'd have it all again if I could choosenI've lost some things over the yearsnbut the memory I will not losennAs the sun goes down over that western fieldnI still can't help but think of younWherever you are I hpe your wounds have healednand you forgive me for the pain I put you throughnnEveryday it tortures menI guess the apple fell too far from the tree