What’s the weather like in Arizona?
When did it last rain?
I’m staring at the Sun
And hoping you’re doing the same.
I let the waves caress my feet
Remember your exotic soul,
Then I try to see my own,
But there’s just a gaping hole.
I think that’s from where you left
Just boarded the first plane,
Said goodbye, didn’t look back
Will I see you again?
You said you wanted be a Someone
To find the American Dream,
Left a No-one on the beach
To wonder what you mean.
What’s the weather like in Arizona?
Can you see the Sun?
I hear waiting on the Burger Bar
Is such, promising fun.
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