There is an old barn on a ghost farm
Hollowed out and filled with stars
The sky fell through the busted roof
A hole so wide, the moon came too
There's a strange glow in these kind of ruins
A broken dream we're clinging to
Cornfields, roadkill, bird song, hoping still
Still thinking about that oak tree
There on the edge of that property
On land stolen, bought, and tilled
Two hundred years and that tree is still
Holding up the canopy of a forest cut for currency
Can't imagine, still I try
Intelligence outside my mind
Deep roots, metal teeth cutting through the years of those tree rings
Tornado siren, tumbleweed, Christmas lights on main street
Cornfields, roadkill, bird song, hoping still
Driving wild to get there quick
Outrunning the hurt you know will stick
Rich with excuses but I'm not convinced
Just cause you're speeding ahead
Doesn't mean that it's fixed
Cornfields, roadkill, bird song, hoping still
