I’d gone back to a hometown fair

And people kept talking bout the good old days 

Reminding me of dreams that I’d had as a child

And offering me ratty options to do em

Then I stumbled in to a viewers’ booth

Where ya could listen to songs people wrote

And one of them was by my old jr hi coach

And I always really liked her

So I sat down and picked out that number

The music started like Beatles and Stevie Wonder 

Then the words came and I couldn’t get over

What a punch they had

If I could get you away from here

I’d marry you

And you get you outta here

Take ya back East

Where we could make money

Take you to Europe feed you the country

Honey and wine, sweet baklava 

Listen to Mozart and play old clavichords 

Read you the classics and go see the paintings

Look at the charters in Latin and the ancient ruins

Last night I thought we could hop on a plane 

But today I woke up and it’s Easter again

It’s Easter again it’s Easter again in Cross Plains

The world is large and there’s better places

Faces that might understand 

And we could be a part of the —revolution 

Or at least we could see the world

I want to get out, get you out of here

And take you to the near East—-

And the far one

You’re a star, I just gotta

Just gotta —-get you outta here

Last night I thought we could hop on a plane 

But today I woke up and it’s Easter again

It’s Easter again it’s Easter again in Cross Plains

There’s grass growin and no one to mow it

There’s things to know and nobody knows it

But it’s Easter again 

Easter again in Cross Plains

-jenn