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Weather cell from northern Canada Due in before the afternoon is over Brown cows in the fields Eating their way slowly through the clover And the canopy of apple trees before us Symmetrical and pure as a pagoda Me and Lee Charm from Chicago in a U-Haul Headed out through western Minnesota Headed for the islands Headed for the islands Our load is heavy, you can hear it shifting Say what you like, I'm never going to stop Everyone will eat when we've arrived White apple blossoms soften up the blacktop Two days from now we'll get to where we're going The western sky will pitch-correct its winding Our cargo's going to spill out from the cabin And rub its eyes and see the silver lining, yeah, yeah Headed for the islands Headed for the islands From Letras Mania