i want a white dress
a red painted wagon
a tractor i can’t drive
but i can watch
you from the window
of a dream
no one noticed
growing from weeds
constellations
in your eyes
i want a sunset
tennessee
or alabama
it don’t matter
to the roads
that brought us home
i want a white dress
a red painted wagon
a tractor
i can’t drive
but i can watch
you from the window
of a dream

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