.Itâs white trash Sunday
On the farm
I see the telephone wires
The way they go and go in the distance
And I hear the cars passing by
And the wicked tree branches reaching out
They try to catch the moon
With their long black nails
Try to catch a dream passing by
Like a clo.
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