Kansas

Kansas

I'm glad I never lived next to the water,

So I could never get used to the beach.

And I'm glad I never grew up on a mountain,

To figure out how high the world could reach.

I love the miles between me and the city,

Where I quietly imagine the streets.

And I'm glad I'm only picturing the moment,

I'm glad he never fell in love with me.

For some the world's a treasure to discover,

and their scenery never stays the same.

And they're trading in their dreams for explanations,

All in an attempt to entertain.

But I love the miles between me and the city,

Where I quietly imagine the streets.

And I'm glad I'm only picturing the moment,

I'm glad he never fell in love with me.

The trick of love is to never let it find you.

It's easy to get over missing out.

I know the hows and whens, but now and then,

He's all I think about.

I wonder how it feels to be famous,

But wonder is as far as I'll go.

Because I'd probably lose myself in all the pictures,

And end up being someone I don't know.

So it's probably best I stay in Kansas,

Just dreaming of the world as it should be.

Where everyday is a battle to convince myself,

I'm glad he never fell in love with me.