Text: Jeremy Fisher. Girl Of The Midwest.

Your heart is a February sun in the sky
Secretly warm when it's cold outside
Your lips are the lines drawn in the sand
By the moon and tide, waves rolling in
Your eyes are the blues of a twelve bar song
Redemption and pain in love gone wrong

Katrina, you're the world
Trapped in the boredom of a mid-western girl

Your hair is the gold that poor men crave
That a rich man would give his first born to save
Your skin is a gift from the farthest east
A porcelain imprinted with a weathered relief
Your blood is the story of a thousand years
And it all came to this when it brought you here

Katrina, you're the world
Trapped in the boredom of a mid-western girl

Your tears are the sea Columbus sailed
All the sweat of his men and the water they bailed
Your temper is a twister on a sweet sixteen
Ripping through the house like a white linen sheet
Your heart is the sun in the clear blue sky
Washing my face with a pure white lie

Katrina, you're the world
Trapped in the boredom of a mid-western girl
Trapped in the boredom of a mid-western girl