Forward Into The Past

Here's a bloodshot Moon rising on the cornfield
Since she went away
A rusty ax laying in the barnyard
It's seen better days

The banks are telling him he should sell
He's telling them to go straight to hell

Everyone is heading for the city
Giving up on the land
Taking jobs with the big corporations
Too tired to make a stand

The dusty roads are all empty now
The wind and weather have taken 'em all to task

The frontier is returning
Forward into the past

From the silent frozen winter, to dark and endless night
Where the plains stretch out forever in a sea of barren white
To the billion dollar merger, to bailouts in the east
Where currencies are mangled and Wall Street has a feast
Independence is our motive, out of favor, out of sync
Abandoned and forgotten, discarded in the blink of an eye

His hometown's nearly empty now
Schools and churches too
The trains have stopped for a hundred years
They just rumble through

The trucks stay out on the big highway
His whole way of life is fading fast

The tall grass is returning
Forward into the past
Forward into the past
Forward into the past
Forward into the past
Forward into the past