IOWA

I am waiting for this book to get good

I do not have your patience

So I'm driving up to Chicago

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 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 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

Iowa

Somewhere in the middle of the middle of the Great Plains I saw

A little girl waving 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 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

Hey, hey

Hey, hey