She Likes The Weather Counting Crows

Life is simple, life is sweet
Oh, so saddle up and go
Little cowgirl in the underground
She talks to people that she doesn't know

Oh, people on the train to Eden
The circus girl after all the rodeos
She settles down alone
She planted flowers in her basement
So she has a little color when the sky runs low

She likes the weather today
She said, "It's raining in my head"
All of the flowers I've raised
Come up a little cloudy

Life is bitter, life is cheap
The cowgirl settles down alone
Yeah, ten years out of Eden now
She's got a little garden of her very own

Now step right up, step right up
On a circus-like lawn
And the basement lights are on
All she really wants is just one flower
Clear of color in her garden
In a room of her own