Country Grass put those wings in place and fly me to another day snow on every corner and in my head the phone booth cord hangs down and i can't call you round angels on every corner, a bar-room brawl pour me another wine i don't have much time i hear the train a-calling and i must go looking in your eyes and i don't wanna fly your morning hair hangs low i must go smoke me country grass as these moments pass if you have eyes then see me in your dreams wake me when we're through i know a place for you trace my steps home then kick over the traces take me country grass as these moments pass