Periwinkle Skies

I used to buy you flowers but I don't believe in that no more
They're better off in the graveyard with them boys who went to war
I'm just like them roses in the peak of their design
Killed by idiotic garden-keepers and pesky foreign flies

Once we thought this town just a fool's gymnasium
[Fairly?] loaded all the time, misty-eyed and gold-tooth grin
Now we channel images of worlds that still remain
In a different sort of light on a different kind of plane

Oh Mama, don't you wish we stood back then
In them periwinkle skies in midwestern prairie winds

I keep on moving town-to-town, sometimes I forget about Marie
She asked me for her necklace back, then she hung it from a tree
She thinks one fine day I'll come around and she'll give it back to me
I got plans to steal that thing and retire it to sea

Oh Mama, don't you wish we stood back then
In them periwinkle skies in midwestern prairie wind

Ever I come back in town I feel more like a ghost
In houses that I once called home I do not know the host
With tired legs and broken eyes, I keep spinning 'round and 'round
In the shape I'm in, it won't be long before I feel the ground

Oh Mama, don't you wish we stood back then
In them periwinkle skies in midwestern prairie
Oh Mama, don't you wish we stood back then
In them periwinkle skies and midwestern prairie winds