Rain falls on the parched southwest
as she tries to remain
as hard and dry and stubborn
as she has always been.
And if she has her way
she'll not accept a drop.
She'll keep her plains and
deserts dry and hot.
Well the skies keep getting darker
as does sweet southwestern earth
Yet she doesn't see the merit,
or what good ol' change is worth.
So she'll keep her head held high-up
as her hair is watered down.
And never accept change is coming
to her sweet southwestern ground.
But that's all she needs.
Oh oh why can't she see?
She just needs that change to come,
just needs a change to come. |
Submission Name: Sweet Southwestern Earth
