| "Corn" | |
| Corn Hear the tip tap calling on an old tin roof smell of rain sweet wet earth don' be scared it'll be over soon Daddy say rain makes the corn grow Feel wind pick up watch the clouds move in roll of the thunder clap of lighting and dogs come running Here it comes here it comes here it comes Hasn't rained this hard since I don't know when I last held my breath or I held your hand and we walked along the old dirt road lined with barbed wire and wild lantana. Daddy'd say rain makes the corn grow better get inside here it comes here it comes here it comes Too wet work too wet to play watch the droplets on the window pane on open fields proud and tall make it strong make it grow Sweet drops of rest Come on, rain pour you crazy sky. | |