Cropduster

If you were 5 years old again
Would you turn your face to the air
To see the cropduster flying up there
Would you turn your face to the air
Would you stand in the wash of the wind
With your mouth open wide as your arms
Would you fall the ground and roll in the grass
Would you stand in the wash of the wind

I’m 5 years old
5 years old again

Would you wade in the water in the ditch
Or jump in the puddle in the drive
And to hell with your shoes and the cuffs of your pants
Would you wade in the water in the ditch
Would you hide underneath the sheets
And tune out your fear of the dark
And that tapping on the glass in the middle of the night
Would you hide underneath the sheets

I’m 5 years old
5 years old again

Run to hear the roar of the plane
See the leaves of the beans bending down
Feel the spray hit you in the face
And wait for it to come again
Today I was 5 years old
And I turned my face to the air
But the airplane’s roar turned to ash in my ear
And I’ll never grow young again