We come from towns where the sun beats down

And the air is filled with dust

In the winter windows crack from cold

And the Spring rains bring the rust

The changes seemed so natural

They were never thought about

'til we moved out to the coast

And we had to do without



I heard a little voice that called my name

And now the seasons seem to never change



The way she looked at me with all sincerity

And asked me when the rain was gonna stop

Next week for sure I vowed, then I had to laugh out loud

'cause I couldn't fake the attitude I'd copped



Sometimes I get depressed

And I want to move away

When the days are long and cold

And everything is gray

Then I think of how the dust would blow

And how I hate to drive in snow

And everything seems better then