Out across the field of corn
sits a scarecrow
his clothes tatterd and worn
on his face he wears a perpetual frown
on his head a pauper's crow'n
only the crows are around
silence is the only sound
A hawk flies from north to south
a creature hanging from his beak'n
looks like a tongue hanging from it's mouth
The scarecrow tries to yell for help
but no words come out
silenced by the silence of the years
abandoned and without
But I notice him upon his cross
and see a familiar form
so tattered and so worn
just above the stalks of corn
on his chest I see a heart
as if left there as a joke
and I can't help but guessing that it's broke
I roll up the window of my truck
as it's dark and cloudy and threatening rain
and all around I feel a hollow and a pain
and think about the love I've sowed
all in vain
I try to run away
but only seem to face it again
I know the scarecrows heart
and seems its all to plain
I hear a sad song on the radio
she dreamed she said of dancing in the rain