Wyoming

Elizabeth goes by Lizzy now
She's not hip enough at school
Kids pulling her hair, kids furrow her brow
Kids can honestly be real cruel
On a weekend in June, on an eight hour flight
She gets in in Wyoming on a Saturday night
And she's making a fuss
Thinking teasing on the bus

Hey, little girl, do you know where you're at
You got a pink square kerchief and a cowgirl hat, you got a
Big wide world right in front of your eyes
That you don't know how to contextualize, you got a
Fantasy tucked in the back of your jeans
You got a strange idea of what being cool really means
What if I told you all your roaming
Leads you back to that summer in Wyoming

Fields purple, green and pink abound
Breathing air as fresh as rain
She's got a horse named Peaches, always riding her around
And she loves to brush her mane
At the chicken race, at the talent show
She's trying to convince herself she wants to go
But a little kid within
Sees a story begin

Hey, little girl, do you know where you're at
You got a pink square kerchief and a cowgirl hat, you got a
Big wide world right in front of your eyes
That you don't know how to contextualize, you got a
Fantasy tucked in the back of your jeans
You got a strange idea of what being cool really means
What if I told you all your roaming
Leads you back to that summer in Wyoming

It takes a little time
To turn it all around
To keep yourself from being what you're not
It takes a little time
To know what's planted underground
To grow into the body that you got

Hey, little girl, do you know where you're at
You got a pink square kerchief and a cowgirl hat, you got a
Big wide world right in front of your eyes
That you don't know how to contextualize, you got a
Fantasy tucked in the back of your jeans
You got a strange idea of what being cool really means
What if I told you all your roaming
Leads you back to that summer in Wyoming



Credits
Writer(s): Elizabeth Hilliard
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