When I’m Nine

 

The trees sway, in the morning light

It’s such a calming sight, but I am still here

Will you take me, to where the corn rows grow

Midwest winds blow, ‘cuz I can’t stay here

 

There’s a cargo train, just down the road

Where noone goes, maybe I could catch a ride

I’d jump inside and head up North, sway back and forth

Start a brand new life

 

I could sneak right out when the sun comes up

The trees will sway to wish me luck

On my ride…

 

I’ve drawn a map, it’s somewhat crude

I’ve packed my clothes, gonna bring some food

On my ride…

 

But I’m too young, I can’t set the date

I can’t emancipate, I know it’s not the time

Maybe when I’m nine

 

The trees sway, in the morning light

It’s such a calming sight, but I am still here

Will you take me, to where the corn rows grow

Midwest winds blow, ‘cuz I can’t stay here