She's Far Away - Tom Paxton

She’s far away — she will stay

Through the darkest seasons

Feeling lost, feeling frost

Leafing through her reasons

She will go to Woodstock

She will hitch a ride

Army surplus knapsack

With some paperbacks inside

But 'til then she’s far away

She’s at her granny’s house in Kansas

Watching for tornados in the sky

She’s far away — she will play

On her cousin’s cello

She’ll escape, she will scrape

Parts of Mellow Yellow

She will find the music

Deep inside the wood

Lying down beside it

And devouring it for food

But 'til then she’s far away

She’s at her granny’s house in Kansas

Watching for tornados in the sky

She’s far away — every day

She will walk for hours

Writing songs, righting wrongs

And renaming flowers

She will see the windstorm

Willing it to blow

Knowing in the instant

When the time has come to go

But 'til then she’s far away

She’s at her granny’s house in Kansas

Watching for tornados in the sky