We come from towns where the sun beats down And the air is filled with dust In the winter windows crack from cold And the Spring rains bring the rust The changes seemed so natural They were never thought about 'til we moved out to the coast And we had to do without I heard a little voice that called my name And now the seasons seem to never change The way she looked at me with all sincerity
And asked me when the rain was gonna stop Next week for sure I vowed, then I had to laugh out loud 'cause I couldn't fake the attitude I'd copped Sometimes I get depressed And I want to move away When the days are long and cold And everything is gray Then I think of how the dust would blow And how I hate to drive in snow And everything seems better then