Gladiolas - IDA

On the way to California

See my sister Carolina

Looking out on South Dakota

At a field of gladiolas

Gonna sell it in the summer

Leave behind the floods and winters

Letting go of what they suffered

Let it fall away like rain across the plains

From a payphone on a corner

Making plans for our departure

I could wish we’d rush right over

Looking back over my shoulder

Cold December weather

Not keeping us together

It’s New Years Eve forever

We’re flying down the turnpike in the night

Looking out to the horizon

Anyone could see the swelling of your heart

All the lights that shine before you

Looks so helpless, and so far to see

Someone’s always running faster

Towards the anchor that you need

You forget again and ask her

Why the light, it had to leave

An echo in a footstep, a whisper from a portrait

Shows us all the stars you see