Henry

I just saw Henry walk up the library ramp

With a piece of prairie grass in his mouth

With a piece of prairie grass in his mouth

Hold your tongue, the leaves are on fire

Miles and miles of corn, just meet me in the middle

I just saw Henry walk up the library ramp

He leaned over the edge of the ramp and spat it below

On to the ground, on the ground

Hold your tongue, the leaves are on fire

Miles and miles of corn, just meet me in the middle

I don't know why he did what he did

I'm thinking that maybe he was just a kid