Hauling Cane

He was from the southern side
He wore a farmer’s tan
He’d drop by the feed store every now and then
I was kinda partial to his awkward smile
And he was kinda partial too to mine

We hung out together for a month or so
Then we got real serious but we took it slow
Sneaking through the sugar stalks he took both my hands
He was sweet but I was scared and ran

Imagine how our lives might look, if only I’d have stayed
I’d be raising babies and he’d be hauling cane

I shot through soon after, went halfway cross the land
I took to drilling oil from western desert sands
I never made it back this way
I never saw the need
That was until earlier this week

The railway tracks are humming
And the mill is throwing steam
Feather tops out waving over seas of green
Not a lot has changed or so I might have myself believe
And suddenly my past is rushing back at me

Imagine how our lives might look if only I’d have stayed
I’d be raising babies and he’d be hauling cane

Imagine how our lives might look if only I’d have been more brave
I’d be naming babies and he’d be hauling cane

I’ve slowed back to 30 I’m stuck behind this thing
I guess its gonna give me some more time to think