The Wooden Sky - Virginia lyrics

Well, first Virginia called And said she wanted socks Same with dead cowboy dreams But you know I can't stand Them uneducated Well, the ones at dawn They wanna talk Well, not so much those That never give Themselves a chance And if you stay In Winnipeg for the summer Won't you please think about me Out here in the country Well, if a block can produce The single poet That I could look up without much You know that it's A big business To get behind that Well, it's not the old stuff That the romance saw; It's a miniature city With big, brown hymns And people all day Who stare at me