IOWA

Donovan Woods

Album: IOWA Durasi: 4:35

I am waiting for this book to get good

I do not have your patience

So I'm drivin' up to Chicago

I'm 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

It's why I will not live a long life

I am tryin' 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 wavin' her hand out of the window of a car

Saying goodbye to her ma

Iowa, where the tall grass prairie

Used to ripple like the ocean in the breeze

And the hummingbirds still suckled from the flowers in the trees

It'd bring you to your knees

I can imagine my whole life

Sweet and never-ending

In every house I float by

But they'd never let me blend in

I called a taxi in Des Moines

I met him at the corner

When I asked about his army coat

He said he would not tell a foreigner