Portrait of Maude - Ezra Furman, The Harpoons

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 promise 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