summer song
A drought's settled in.
And plants are dying.
Everything's the way it’s supposed to be.
I can smell chicken frying.
Cars burn asphalt.
Sun burns grass.
Cindy says easily,
"No need to even ask.”
A summer wind is blowing in
A soft, sweet summer song.
The sound tells you
It’s exactly where it belongs.
Only thing growing is weeds,
Growing all over the place.
A satellite's looking down at us
From a cold outer space.
It’s been watching for a long time;
Got everything in range.
Two horses are pulling it.
Some things just don’t change.
My feet are looking
For nuts under all the leaves.
It’s not a question of faith.
You just got to believe.
Eyes are dancing
In a stack of hay.
I hear romancing.
I don’t want them sounds to ever go away.
A summer wind is blowing in
A soft, sweet summer song.
The sound tells you
It’s exactly where it belongs.
A stranger asks me.
If I’m looking for inspiration.
I’m just trying to avoid a dry ditch
That was built for irrigation.
Cows are drifting
In a soft, summer day.
The hillside offers them footing
As it grows their hay.
Their ears go the distance
Reach their big cow eyes.
That comes in real handy
When they’re shooing flies.
Cows don’t use their tongues
When they take a drink.
And they don’t use them
When it’s time to think.
Cows use their tongues
When they eat grass.
That’s the kind of thinking
That is built to last.
It’s great to be alive
To feel a moment of bliss.
Trick is knowing how to survive
And see it for what it is.
Politician's thinking,
Thinking with his tongue.
Cows are all thinking
It’s time to be heading south and then some.
And me, I’m thinking
About those sounds in the hay.
I got a splinter.
You always got to pay.
A summer wind is blowing in
A soft, sweet summer song.
The sound tells you
It’s exactly where it belongs.