sending carrier pigeons from here to Tennessee
love letters from him to me
tells me about things he's seen
since he left me in Tennessee
not quite a boy, not quite a man
will always be my Iowa man
September's beginning and far away
your youth is ending
Summer's glow fades
dreams were spending
You always say I'm yours,
but then whose are you?
I was the first person you told
and I'm still listening
conversations on repeat
a life worth revisiting
I'm as patient as I can,
but I'm getting lonely Iowa man.
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