Iris meadow

The roads had no end in sight
as the shade trees closed in
on Iris meadow
time with you seems to burn slow
you know I hate when it’s time to go
riding down Iris meadow
just you and me
listening to left of the dial
left of the dial and you
the dirt roads seemed to have no end
as our hair blew through the wind
he’ll never have to wonder is she’ll stay
he’s a cactus
but has her blooming away

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