Turning Into Randolph Scott

Turning into Randolph Scott Some things never change Dried-up and solitary Alkali on the range Once she was a humid child Nodding toward a place Sleeping in her vegetables Legumes for a face Once she was a humid child, now, she ain't Turning into Randolph Scott Some things never change Dried-up and solitary Alkali on the range Carrots where her eyes were bright Orange where she'd blush Brussel sprout-conditioned fists Dropped string beans in her socks Once she was a humid child, now, she is not Turning into Randolph Scott Some things never change Dried-up and solitary Alkali on the range Turning into Randolph Scott Some things never change Dried-up and solitary Alkali on the range