Orangeville

When you live in the desert You learn not to look up at the sun And that a mountain is like an island in the clouds We're staying at the little blue house Hello The lady at the post office said to tell you so And everybody round here just wants you to know We love you so But I'm not gonna live in Orangeville I'm not gonna live in Orangeville And if you're not gonna tell her I will When you live in the desert The graveyard is a place Where the caretaker takes care of people equally Plots of plastic flowers grown from Latter Day seeds Pretty and sweet Today's a high of 103 So water your plants ten times a day Send your love to your family Plastic flowers never fade But I'm not gonna die in Orangeville I'm not gonna die in Orangeville Or maybe I will Maybe I will Maybe I will