There is so much time and distance Georgia fills black between star rhythms And she lives inside paint boxes One day she'll scatter 'cross the cholla and dirt Georgia stares a hole in the sun Georgia stares a hole in the sun Georgia stares a hole in the sun It's on your mind Soon she'll fill up the Sonoran She says, "there's so much pain and distance." Why do kids pick on her, make her feel small? Georgia stares a hole in the sun Georgia stares a hole in the sun Georgia stares a hole in the sun It's on my mind Georgia stares a hole in the sun Georgia stares a hole in the sun Georgia stares a hole in the sun It's on my mind.