Planets are drifting as you lay with your eyes closed
Sifting
Through the ground where the corn grows
Levitating from the inside out,
Your skin is shaking; you re moving your mouth
But no words come out,
No words come out

Your pores, are they leaking the taste of a corn field
Where a jet plane collides with my window shield
Every time I think of you?
I ve only wanted to lay next you
With no words allowed,
No words come out

When we re buried underground
Meet me in the dead people s lounge
My skeleton bones will still want to be with your skeleton bones

All peaceful and perfect
We won t make a sound
We won t make a sound

Sixty years and later and so far from Iowa
The boy in the field never dreamed that someday I would
After all these years, and all these miles
Fall in love with his grandchild
I fell in love with his child

I fell in love with you, child.