Barry Crannell mitunes songs
Wyoming Skies © Julianna Waters March 2009
Little ghost what do you see, in the fragments of your memory?
Trailer cities on cinder blocks, cracker boxes with flimsy locks
Eight years old with her pony tail
playing chicken with the wind as it twirls and sails
playing chicken with the wind as it twirls and sails
Playing horses, jump rope in her teeth
trailer kids are geniuses pretending on the cheap
trailer kids are geniuses pretending on the cheap
In those wide Wyoming skies
Phantoms of the past are watching with their sad dark eyes,
They’re watching, they’re watching
Little ghost tell me what you know - of that cold hard place built on dust and snow
Were those families living out of bounds, unwatched kids and unkept hounds?
Eight years old in a single wide
bunk beds for the sisters with a pocket door that slides
bunk beds for the sisters with a pocket door that slides
Playing horses, jump rope in her teeth
trailer kids are geniuses pretending on the cheap
trailer kids are geniuses pretending on the cheap
In those wide Wyoming skies
Phantoms of the past are watching with their sad dark eyes,
They’re watching, they’re watching
Eight years old with her pony tail
playing chicken on the wind as it twirls and sails
playing chicken on the wind as it twirls and sails
Playing horses, jump rope in her teeth
trailer kids are geniuses pretending on the cheap
trailer kids are geniuses pretending on the cheap
In those wide Wyoming skies
Phantoms of the past are watching with their sad dark eyes,
They’re watching, they’re watching
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