There's a farmer at the station
He's got his daughter by the hand
She says father don't I look pretty
Holds her breath for as long as she can
Sun is coming down like a hammer
Whitest light around here
County fair got canceled on account of the heat
It's looking like it's gonna be long year
And my baby's tugging at my shirt
But there is nothing beneath my feet
Curtains of light cut me open
I'm shining and shimmering in the street