Buffalo Herds and Windmills

In the old days when the wheels went round and round

Through a wagon trench I called this home

And out here on these new trails we've blazed

Watching buffalo herd and windmills sway

And still these paths do run wild

But now the concrete slabs make roads of mile

DId the wealthiest always get there first

They could afford to journey on and on

Amazed at what we've come from

And found along the way the wheels don't turn much different

Only the roads have changed

A freeway never seemed so strange

Rushing back an forht from a life that I can't explain

In the old days when the wheels went round and round

Through a wagon trench I called this home

Watching buffalo herds and windmills sway