"Corn"
:: l y r i c s ::
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.