Maine

Gun powder stitched into my corduroys
Makes me think of Maine
Fields of golden hay
Up to our knees
Up to our knees
We followed streams a mile long
Running carelessly
Home with dirty feet
Wash off outside
Entry denied
In Maine, Maine
Milanos in the second drawer
Baking berry pies
Smiles a mile wide
Wild and sweet
Picked from the trees
Glass bottles lined along the window
Shining green and gold
Postcards hiding holes
Cards on the walls
Hang till they fall
In Maine, Maine
The ocean storms upon the sand
High tide along the highway
We swam across the lily pond
The farthest I have ever swum
We swam across the lily pond
Brown boxes filled a uhaul van
Watched my father cry
Tears for time gone by
Six hours down the highway
Landmarks on the road
Memories of autumns in my nose
Thinking of Maine
Fields of golden hay



Credits
Writer(s): Molly Rose Bogin, Will Saulsky
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