4/4 Time

Leanin' on a T-post, my eyes up on the sky
When I'm meant to be splicing broken wire
The meadowlark is singing her old familiar tune
Her melody surpasses that of mine

And how could I try now to sing a song
When the good Lord's smallest creature
Can croon it out so strong?
And I shouldn't be comparing
His handiwork with mine
But I hope the Lord don't mind 4/4 time

Later on that evening, just banging down the road
Sun beds down to kiss the plains goodnight
The air takes on a coolness, the west wind starts to blow
It's pushing up the rain clouds into sight

And how could I try now to tell a tale
When the sky tells three each morning
And evening without fail?
And I shouldn't be comparing
His handiwork with mine
But I hope the Lord don't mind 4/4 time
Yes, I hope the Lord don't mind 4/4 time