IOWA

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 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 am waiting for this book to get good And you won't meet me halfway So I'm drivin' up to Chicago I am sorry to keep you waitin' Hey, yeah Hey, yeah