Heading to Kansas

Morning comes in old St. Albans
The sun shines through her window on her face
The truck is full her dream is knocking
A grown-up child now leaving home in haste

With some fellow she’ll be free (she will be free)
To see the world she wants to see (she wants to see)
There goes Kelly finally (ya finally)

The pounding road and the changing scenery
Countless exits another Motel 6
Through the city air and the midnight traffic
The stars are off because some one flicked the switch

But we’re heading to Kansas, cross the border
To the land of circles
A patchwork quilt of golden grain,
The biggest sky you’ve ever seen
There’s a rainbow in the field
Off the horizon shining
Let’s plant a garden, raise our children
To be lovers of this land

Goodbye New England, hello heartland
The day breaks clear by a lovely row of trees
The cattle call by the humming windmills
Our pioneers now capturing the breeze

She’ll groom the horses in the stable (you got you got)
The freshest chicken on the table (you’ll see you’ll see)
The world connected now by cable (can you believe)

John Andrew
February 2011