Donovan Woods, Aoife O’Donovan - IOWA lyrics
[Donovan Woods, Aoife O’Donovan - IOWA lyrics]
I am waiting for this book to get good
I do not have your patience
I am driving 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 trying 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 waving 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 waving 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 driving up to Chicago
I am sorry to keep you waiting
I do not have your patience
I am driving 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 trying 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 waving 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 waving 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 driving up to Chicago
I am sorry to keep you waiting