In a small west coast town, there's a family and a houseWhere the memories of us belongWe used to live there, free of worry, free of careFree of pain, and what we'd becomeIf I could go back now, I'd pick you wildflowers, tie them in burlap stringTell you what you mean to meSome days are good, some are badSome days are work we've hadSome days I talk myself into a lieI've grown cautious, I've grown up, I'm a skeptic of loveDon't wanna lose what I might findIf I could go back now, I'd pick you wildflowers, tie them in burlap stringTell you what you mean to meTime eases, but can't eraseThe sad look on true love's faceWhen you know what your heart needsThen you tell them you must be freeBut deep down you know the truthThere's no replacing someone like youIf I could go back now, I'd pick you wildflowers, tie them in burlap stringTell you what you mean to meIf I could go back now, I'd pick you wildflowers, tie them in burlap stringTell you what you mean to me