WHEAT

We grow wheat, thats what we’re told we need
But we can’t afford it now, we got our habits to feed
They gotta eat

Hello, Latigo
You’re looking good in your cloudy coat
We can go winding slow on our way down to the show

I found what I came looking for
Thats you my dear

We’re in we’re out, we’re Mr. Young
We can play “our house” when the day is done
If you come now, we can get away rolling around
Talk about our home town, there’s a yellow bird in the sundown

I found what I came looking for
Thats you my dear

Golden, as the morning sun
We can forget what we’re running from
Close our eyes to just know warmth
What was behind is now before