It was late, we were driving home in the rain I thought I saw something flying across the two-lane It was white like an angel - or like curse There and gone in a second in front of us In our house all the trophies are gathering dust All the things we remember - but only just We won't need them anymore
Chorus: Once we were lost but we can be found On the Orange Tree trail, on the roads heading south Standing in the sun, in the fields of grain Will you still love me when everything is changed?
In the shadows of the mountains we were watching the sky Hale Bopp flying motionless out across the night You turned to me and said with a smile Everything these days seems to be some kind of sign No one cares anymore where you've been So you find a quiet place to shed that old skin You won't need it again
Chorus: Once we were lost but we can be found On the Orange Tree trail, on the roads heading south Standing in the sun, in the fields of grain