Concrete Pastures

CONCRETE PASTURES 

 See that Starbucks store

 See that traffic light

 Well it might be hard to believe

 This used to be my grandpa's farm

 Now concrete pastures is all I see

 They call it progress 

 Say look how far we’ve come

 Pockets filled with profit and greed

 They never thought about the lives that lived back then

 Now concrete pastures is all I see

 That parking lot was an apple grove

 Where my grandpa and his brothers used to play

 They’d lie on their backs and feel that warm sunshine

 I'm just glad they’re not here today

 As I pulled into that EZ mart to full my truck with gasoline

 I can almost feel that warm sunshine

 Concrete pastures is all I see

 Yeah concrete pastures is all we see