POOR COUNTRY

Someday when you walk
the road where grief kneels in the grass
please, notice his grey little eyes
The wind strokes his cheeks
the soil that is red smells of the hay
yes, lonely is the word he tries to say
he's begging you to stay
poor country

You'll pass, like I did,
an old grocery store abandoned for years
all empty with bare dusty walls
You might see a girl
coming out of the door, waving at you
yes, lonely is the word she tries to say
she's begging you to stay
poor country

Chorus:
Please, my friend, when you go there
keep your heart open wide
try not to be as foolish as me
this land has its own truth inside
That day when you walk
the road where grief kneels in the grass
please, notice his grey little eyes
poor country
poor