Country Fair Songtext
von Johanna Warren

Here is a path to a clearing

Fearing the wrath of God, I stepped aside
Ready for some new kind of feeling
I ran to the field with my arms open wide

Tired of the circles we′re talking

I walked to the road and right into my own trap again
When sweet opportunity comes knocking
How many times must I learn the same lesson?


I learned my lesson
I learned my lesson

Your peeling paint was appealing

Realistically, I know I don't need to know
Ready for some new kind of healing
I cuff up the legs to trudge into the virgin snow

The sound of your voice is like petals

Better than Saturday′s battering oysters for the fry
When papa brought home a gold medal
You ran to your room and locked the door, I heard you cry


I learned my lesson
I learned my lesson