Rough Wind In Oklahoma

My mother nature and my father time
 See their son run across that line
 It's his fortieth final try
 Charging forward now in heat
 Then the awkward retreat
 To his lonely stockade
 To his imaginary maid
 She's sweeping down the plain
 She's under his reign
 Like a rough wind howling through Oklahoma
 It's a cold wind down in Oklahoma
 He's been hurt once - and he's hurt one twice
 And all the pain is still labeled "inside"
 He's sorting it out inside
 But now his voice no longer speaks
 When the truth begins to leak
 To the heavily love-laden mercenary maiden
 But deep within their spark
 His hidden orders bark
 Like a rough wind howling through Oklahoma
 It's a cold wind down in Oklahoma
 My mother nature and my father time
 See their son run across that line
 It's his fortieth final try
 It's his final try
 Like a rough wind howling through Oklahoma
 It's a cold wind down in Oklahoma