[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?
[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?