Sitting in the golden field
I bend an ear to the summer breeze
Asking, Where you've been
And what do you know
What have you seen
What can you help me see
'Cause the poison oak leaf looks just like
Its brother of the mighty oak tree
Which one am I
Which one am I
And would your love
Pay it any mind
Sometimes you can't tell
A flower from a weed
And they both reach
To the self-same sky
Which one am I
Which one am I
And would your love
Pay it any mind
'Cause the shadows just keep growing in size
As we approach sweet twilight
Not quite day
Not quite night
All disappears
In an easy sigh
The choice is mine
The choice is mine
To feel you here
With me all the time
The choice is mine
The choice is mine
To feel you here
With me all the time
The choice is mine
To let it go
The choice is mine
Your hand to hold
The choice is mine
What I'm ready for
The choice is mine
To open that door
The choice is mine
To feel you here