New Britain

You had it up to here with my west country talk
 You can hardly understand a word I say
 The shortest tree around here is a hundred feet tall
 It's gonna rain today
 I try and tell you secrets until my face turns blue
 I am not getting through to you
 All the way across the ocean they're gathering their strength again
 Lining up along the country's length again
 This morning I know who you are
 This morning I know who you are
 On the river, the sun is bright gold
 And the things you try to say to me make my blood run cold
 But I hold you anyway
 And we stare into the sun all day
 And you're about to leave again, I've learned to read your movements
 And I'm learning how to read your mind
 The sun climbs the sky for us, above the Mississippi
 And I can feel you in my arms but you're hardly even with me
 This morning I know who you are
 This morning I know who you are