What is the matter with the weather How come you don't get any rain You search the sky for signs of life But out on the prairie in your dried up corn You never felt so weary and you never been this torn You're being weeded You're being weeded You're being weeded out Remember when a couple years back You won the raffle at the dance They made a path you gave a laugh How will you find something else where you go As hard as a harvest and as heavy as a hoe You're being weeded You're being weeded You're being weeded out Rise and shine another time Standing in the endless afternoon so warm Not a cloud in the air but you're still counting on a storm You're being weeded You're being weeded You're being weeded out