Goldenrod

With GarfieldShapedHotTub on Organ

Verse 1
She lit up like a ferris wheel
dressed up, rusting steel
I wonder what she ever feels
and in that moment I'm aware
like a busted rocking chair
that she's not going anywhere

Chorus
She's goldenrod
in an empty field
so vibrant and

so habitual
as the wind blows through
her dirty hair
all the dust and sand
move at a rhythm

Bridge
Can't stop the rhythm
She'll touch down like a funnel cloud
Can't stop the rhythm
Hit the ground
Can't stop the rhythm
Big dreams in a laid off town
Can't stop the rhythm
Hit the ground

Repeat Chorus

Verse 2
Her family is consumed by recliners
Heart attacks served at the diner
where she speaks of being a designer
but she's folding sheets at the local motel
Daydreaming of her farewell
When is she moving pray tell?

Repeat Chorus