RURAL HURT

What it is to be a growing thing, getting tall against the wind And bitter rain that shoots your way, though your stalk would never bend Would the little bugs that gnaw at you ever wanna know their place? If they clung to you forever would they ever get a taste? I don't know But I don't think so Will it hit you on your way out? Slap your ass like a paddleboat What are you so afraid of? Is there anything that I can do? You can sleep on my floor If you move to the city What are you so afraid of? If I can help I will help you What it is to be a living thing, needing space to breathe and be When there's only so much room for a person who is truly free Swimming here and swimming there Looking frantic for a bigger pond I'm here to lend a helping hand, but I don't have a magic wand Would the little bugs that gnaw at you ever wanna know their place? If they clung to you forever would they ever get a taste? I don't know But I don't think so Will it hit you on your way out? Slap your ass like a paddleboat What are you so afraid of? Is there anything that I can do? You can sleep on my floor If you move to the city What are you so afraid of? If I can help I will help you Will it hit you on your way out? Slap your ass like a paddleboat What are you so afraid of? If I can help I will help you