neon shadows cross the fields
money from the handle, they're losing still
duster's moving low in flight
in a flatland caught back in time.
people troubled, they're black and white
not that simple, try try we might
shaky wheels now chase cotton lines
in a flatland caught back in time
mama driving her son to school
she'll work the weekend for gamblers too
hunter's tangled in kudzu vines
in a flatland caught back in time.
painter works in his cypress shed
the tree, the river he paints in red
wednesday evening the chapel's lined
in a flatland caught back in time.
(copyright 2008)