The Thing Of It Is - Ordinary Weird

Well my phone it's got no number but it charges in the sun
And it listens to my every new idea
As I sit inside the family room of a corn crib built for one
And I wonder what in the hell I'm doing here

Well I left that town when the villains outnumbered the heroes ten to one
And I set off east for to find a new frontier
A like-mind populace just my kind with a taste for thought and puns
Yet it looks like I'm the only one 'round here

What do you do  
When the wild west grows its fences
What can you say  
When the coast has all been cleared
What will you want  
When your desert sand's Kentucky grass
And the cities make the ordinary weird

Well I grew my grapes and I put down stakes on a rented plot of ground
Thinking that I'd camp out here a little while
Then I sold my stocks and broke my brakes out past the hills at Pilot Mound
And this outcast bin became my adopted child

What do you do  
When the wild west grows its fences
What can you say  
When the coast has all been cleared
What will you want  
When your desert sand's Kentucky grass
And the cities make the ordinary weird

Well my phone it's got no number but it charges in the sun
And it listens to my every new idea
As I sit inside the family room of a corn crib built for one
And I wonder what in the hell I'm doing here

Written by:
Mark Heggen

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The Thing Of It Is

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