Cornfields

She runs in the cornfields Got twigs in her hair Playing with her dog tilly Her only friend out there She grew up on a farm Fish by the water fall Likes playing in the barn Looking cute doing it all Driving to Manhattan Is a New York City boy Going to a show on Broadway He is self employed He’s opening a disco And a grand wedding hall He collects from craigslist And for charity he gives it all He is a city boy And she’s a country girl Wouldn’t they be perfect? In each other’s world Just a lonely city jack And a natural country chick Bet if they both meet True love will click She listens to old country music Likes to cook, read, and dance Her nails are broken She hems her father’s pants She goes hunting Down by the creek Then runs in the cornfields A little dirt on her cheeks He’s in his kitchen He’s baking a cake His friends call him Football today he’s running late He goes for long drives When he needs to clear his mind Driving fast down the highway Leaves his problems behind He is a New York City boy And she a Texas country girl Wouldn’t they be perfect? In each other’s world Just a New York City jack And a pretty country chick Will they ever meet one day? For True love to click They are people who belong together But they will never meet in life Sometimes faith and destiny Are cut in half by a two edge knife He sits on his jeep Cherokee Looking up at the night She sits in her gallery Looking at a star so bright She runs to the cornfields Long hair like gold He drives to Manhattan Let the future unfold