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. In the field of opportunity it's plowin' time again.