SuperFolk by The Weather Machine Lyrics

Oh we were born in a cottonwood patch
With nothing but stars in our way
Uncurled, unshodden, and lucky I lay
Darlin’ could drift me away

We left us our suburb for countryside life
My lover, our mountains, and I
Heard it was foolish to idealize
But something was itching to try

And oh, we were made from the shortening days
The food that we bought to be well
The bread and the apples, the wheat and the seeds
Darlin’ could drift away me
Darlin’ could drift away me

And oh we were born in a cottonwood patch
With nothing but stars in our way
Uncurled, unshodden, and lucky I lay
Darlin’ could drift me away