A Picture Of Home

Acres of tall grass and a blue wind
Is home. I look out past our front yard and I see it,
Whispering my name, the syllables dancing in the air.
I left Sheffield three years ago for Iowa City.
And I’ve been back many times since.
Acres of tall grass and a blue wind
I tell my girlfriends. I don’t think they like hearing it so much,
But if they could see it,
Whispering my name, with the syllables dancing in the air,
They’d long for it, too.
They’d swoon and gaze out across
The acres of tall grass and the blue wind.
Come back home with me, I’d beg my best friend Tracey,
Imagining her feeling like I do when the winds
Whisper my name (the syllables dancing in the air).
She’d never come to know such magic
And she’d leave to start off a new life in Chicago, far away
From the acres of tall grass and a blue wind
Whispering my name, the syllables dancing in the air.