Maude, Maude oh my God
There's something about the way the light
Hits you standing in the door
And I know I can't go home again
But you changed me into a red rose
I'm waiting on your windowsill
I've got your portrait in a frame
And it's waiting on my windowsill
Maude, Maude oh my God
I took this trip from coast to coast
To win back the girl I love the most
I know it sounds stupid when I say it out loud
But it's a cowboy movie kind of love
The country unrolls before my eyes
California's like the promised land
And I feel like a pioneer
But the tumbleweeds have changed
Into plastic shopping bags
All the buffalo are dead
And there's nowhere left to expand
Well you changed me into a red rose
I'm waiting on your windowsill
I've got your portrait in a frame
And it's waiting on my windowsill