From Graceland To The Grasslands

Tattered flags wave under eagles flying so high,
I saw in them vultures had been foolin’ our eyes,
They say they fly so high to answer our prayers,
And that they see through dirt where the tractors tear

Where the sun had once risen over the fields,
Death’s shadowy cloak has blanketed the yield,
A tornado bore down and uprooted seeds,
These workin’ fingers ripped apart by weeds

Ravens perched hiding from the scarecrow’s eyes,
Can’t figure why the glitter causes them to fly,
Lighting builds as ravens gather in storms,
Scavengers fighting over the very last corn

"Lost Verse"
[Ol’ Farmer Joe looked out his window pain,
We’re going underground and praying for rain,
When there’s no more soils worth being dug,
The dry ground tossed over a feast for the bugs]

While Johnny plays Country Boy on the radio,
I remember how things use to be so long ago,
There is nothing left of the American Dream,
It was no longer worth manufacturing

I rode from Graceland to the grassland,
Took a step outside, knee deep into quicksand
The coyote is a’cryin’ as the moon comes risin’,
And the night flows down hills from the horizon