The Farm

(by Rainer Ptacek)

somebody I know taught me without even teaching
the way it was then, not like it is now
it even rained more often
I remember the farm now
Momma's bright dress and the look on your face
When she left
How did we ever survive with so much missing?
Never came on back, it just stayed missing
Like I'm growing radar receiving messages
From out of the plains of Kansas