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