By maggie, terre and suzzy roche



What is the matter with the weather

How come you don't get any rain

You search the sky for signs of life

But out on the prairie in your dried up corn

You never felt so weary and you never been this torn



You're being weeded

You're being weeded

You're being weeded out



Remember when a couple years back

You won the raffle at the dance

They made a path you gave a laugh

How will you find something else where you go

As hard as a harvest and as heavy as a hoe



You're being weeded

You're being weeded

You're being weeded out



Rise and shine another time

Standing in the endless afternoon so warm

Not a cloud in the air but you're still counting on a storm



You're being weeded

You're being weeded

You're being weeded out


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