Colin Aerts - Small Town Existential

All that I am
All that I'll be
Is between this farm and the edge of the county

The things that I do
The people I'll meet
I've already know since I's tall as your knee

There's not much to do
In the place we call home
But you can blow right through stop signs if the corn is still low

My friends stick together
Hate being alone
Since we turned eighteen we ain't really grown

And it's round goes the seasons
Ain't no rhyme or reason
It's corn, beans and wheat
Easy there Hollywood, here have a beer
And keep all them dreams in your sleep

Some guys got married
To the gals that we know
It's funny how your soulmate lives just up the road

We get together and laugh
About the money we've blown
And talk about high school while the wives stay at home

We went to Europe
On our senior trip
Sometimes I think about it all alone between sips

The fellas ain't dumb
But they don't understand
The things that we're missing for this piece of land

And it's round goes the seasons
Ain't no rhyme or reason
It's corn, beans and wheat
It's corn, beans and wheat
It's corn, beans and wheat
Easy there Hollywood, here have a beer
And keep all them dreams in your sleep

Written by:
Colin Aerts

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