I got my straw hat on in my truck, her name’s Clare,
And the smell of fresh cut hay is in the air
Neil Young pumping on my tape player
Goin’ to see my baby and I’m almost there
I’m almost there

Field the corn on my left and barley on my right
My face is out the window bathed in sunlight
Singing and grinning with all of my might
Twelve o’clock my baby’s house is in sight

She lives ten miles outside of town
My heart speeds up as my truck slows down
Cumulus cauliflower clouds in the sky
And there’s a blanket of blue in her eyes
In her eyes

Picnic lunch in a brown paper sack
The hot summer sun won’t cut me no slack
I’m heading to the lake down a dusty two-track
My baby’s by my side and my dog’s in the back

We pass by a field of wildflowers on the way
I hop out and pick her a bouquet
Which she receives with a heartfelt sigh
And there’s a blanket of blue in her eyes
In her eyes

As loneliness, fear, and pain pass through
The Earth is solid underneath you
And you’ll see when you raise your downcast view
That you’re safe underneath a blanket of blue

Basking in love under this Van Gough sky
Tonight, it’s just my baby and I
On a warm bed of green grass we lie
And there’s a blanket of blue in her eyes
In her eyes, eyes
In her eyes

I got my straw hat on in my truck, her name’s Clare,
And the smell of fresh cut hay is in the air
Neil Young pumping on my tape player
Going to see my baby and I’m almost there

Even though I’ve only been around for awhile
I know there are a million reasons to smile