Weather cell from northern CanadanDue in before the afternoon is overnBrown cows in the fieldsnEating their way slowly through the clovernnAnd the canopy of apple trees before usnSymmetrical and pure as a pagodanMe and Lee Charm from Chicago in a U-HaulnHeaded out through western MinnesotannHeaded for the islandsnHeaded for the islandsnnOur load is heavy, you can hear it shiftingnSay what you like, I'm never going to stopnEveryone will eat when we've arrivednWhite apple blossoms soften up the blacktopnnTwo days from now we'll get to where we're goingnThe western sky will pitch-correct its windingnOur cargo's going to spill out from the cabinnAnd rub its eyes and see the silver lining, yeah, yeahnnHeaded for the islandsnHeaded for the islands