Текст песни
I am waiting for this book to get good
I do not have your patience
So I'm driving up to Chicago
And getting weird looks at gas stations
I did not bring a winter coat
I do not have your foresight
A holistic practitioner told me once
That's why we'll not live a long life
I am trying to remember where I gave up
If it was not in Iowa
Iowa
Somewhere in the middle of
The middle of the Great Plains I saw
A little girl waving her hand out the window of a car
Saying goodbye to her mom
Iowa
Where the tallgrass prairie used to ripple
Like the ocean in the breeze
And the hummingbirds still suckle from the flowers in the trees
It'll bring you to your knees
I can imagine my whole life
Sweet and never-ending
In every house I float by
But they never let me blend in
I called a taxi in Des Moines
I met him at the corner
When I asked about his Army code
He said he would not tell a foreman
Iowa
Somewhere in the middle of
The middle of the Great Plains I saw
A little girl waving her hand out the window of a car
Saying goodbye to her mom
Iowa
Where the tallgrass prairie used to ripple
Like the ocean in the breeze
And the hummingbirds still suckle from the flowers in the trees
It'll bring you to your knees
I am waiting for this book to get good
And you won't meet me halfway
So I'm driving up to Chicago
I am sorry to keep you waiting