[Verse 1] The old oak tree casts a shadow so long, But the roots are cracking, something feels wrong. Where cows once grazed in the morning dew, Now there's a sign: "Coming Soon—Homes for You." The creek hums low, like it's whispering goodbye, To the open skies, where dreams used to lie. [Chorus] Pasture to pavement, acre by acre, Dreams sold off to the highest taker. Where wildflowers bloomed, there's asphalt now, I wonder who'll remember the how and the plow. Pasture to pavement, it don't feel right, The stars fade under city lights. [Verse 2] Gravel roads, they’re fading fast, Turned to highways, built to last. The barn's just a shell, its boards worn thin, Echoes of laughter trapped within. Fields of corn now sprout concrete walls, And the whippoorwill’s call barely echoes at all. [Prechorus] They say it’s progress, they call it growth, But what we’re losing, they’ll never know. [Chorus] Pasture to pavement, acre by acre, Dreams sold off to the highest taker. Where wildflowers bloomed, there's asphalt now, I wonder who'll remember the how and the plow. Pasture to pavement, it don’t feel right, The stars fade under city lights. [Bridge] The tractor’s rusting in the back of the shed, A monument to what this land once said. Each crack in the dirt, a tear in the soul, How do you measure what progress stole?