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There's a bloodshot moon rising on the cornfieldSince she went awayA rusty ax laying in the barnyardIt's seen better daysThe banks are telling him he should sellHe's telling them to go straight to hellEveryone is heading for the cityGiving up on the landTaking jobs with the big corporationsToo tired to make a standThe dusty roads are all empty nowThe wind and weather have taken 'em all to taskThe frontier is returningForward into the pastFrom the silent frozen winter, to dark and endless nightWhere the plains stretch out forever in a sea of barrenwhiteTo the billion dollar merger, to bailouts in the eastWhere currencies are mangled and Wall Street has a feastIndependence is our motive, out of favor, out of syncAbandoned and forgotten, discarded in the blink of an eyeLetras de cancionesHis hometown's nearly empty nowSchools and churches tooThe trains have stopped for a hundred yearsThey just rumble throughThe trucks stay out on the big highwayHis whole way of life is fading fastThe tall grass is returningForward into the pastForward into the pastForward into the pastForward into the pastForward into the past From Letras Mania