Tom Paxton She's Far Away
She's far away - she will stay
Through the darkest seasons
Feeling lost, feeling frost
Leafing through her reasons
She will go to Woodstock
She will hitch a ride
Army surplus knapsack
With some paperbacks inside
But 'til then she's far away
She's at her granny's house in Kansas
Watching for tornados in the sky
She's far away - she will play
On her cousin's cello
She'll escape, she will scrape
Parts of Mellow Yellow
She will find the music
Deep inside the wood
Lying down beside it
And devouring it for food
But 'til then she's far away
She's at her granny's house in Kansas
Watching for tornados in the sky
She's far away - every day
She will walk for hours
Writing songs, righting wrongs
And renaming flowers
She will see the windstorm
Willing it to blow
Knowing in the instant
When the time has come to go
But 'til then she's far away
She's at her granny's house in Kansas
Watching for tornados in the sky
