B-Attitudes

There are fields out by the municipal airport

Owned by the college here

Most days I go out with my dog

As night is coming nearer

And I pretend it's all mine

The tall grass and dogwood trees

The weather towers and the concrete canals

Sparrows on the ground to feed

I want a

A place to call my own

Somewhere I belong

A place that I can care for

That will hold me till I die

Winding along the Kiamichi

Past the Flagpole Mountain and the general store

My nanny's old house on 3rd Street

The magnolia and the lilypad pond

The stacks of VHS tapes

And the freezers full of food

TV Guides and cartoon cake pans

Chenille bedspreads, beatitudes

I want a

A place to call my own

Somewhere I belong

A place that I can care for

That will hold me till I die

A place to call my own

Somewhere I belong

A place that I can care for

That will hold me till I

Die

Hold me till I die

All mine

All mine

All mine

A place to call my own

Somewhere I belong

A place that I can care for

That will hold me till I die

A place to call my own

Somewhere I belong

A place that I can care for

That will hold me til I die