COPYRIGHT © 2008. ANDY SCISCO

You’re still the cowgirl in the sand

Deep in the trenches of your hands

Beneath the weight of every crown

You wear to keep your family sound

It’s in the whisper of your blood

Your laughter swelling like a flood

When town lights fade and big words sleep

The memory dear to which you keep

Dear lover, take cover

Because it’s comin round again

Dear lover, take cover

Because it’s comin round again

A world of dream, a world of spice

Your father broke his hands to fill this world with magical device

And all they gave you in a name

Long before you even came

Dear lover, take cover 

Because it’s comin round again

Dear lover, take cover 

Because it’s comin round again

Dear lover, take cover 

Because it’s comin round again

Dear lover, take cover 

Because it’s comin round again