Cornfields and Roadkill

There is an old barn on a ghost farm Hollowed out and filled with stars The sky fell through the busted roof A hole so wide, the moon came too There's a strange glow in these kind of ruins A broken dream we're clinging to Cornfields, roadkill, bird song, hoping still Still thinking about that oak tree There on the edge of that property On land stolen, bought, and tilled Two hundred years and that tree is still Holding up the canopy of a forest cut for currency Can't imagine, still I try Intelligence outside my mind Deep roots, metal teeth cutting through the years of those tree rings Tornado siren, tumbleweed, Christmas lights on main street Cornfields, roadkill, bird song, hoping still Driving wild to get there quick Outrunning the hurt you know will stick Rich with excuses but I'm not convinced Just cause you're speeding ahead Doesn't mean that it's fixed Cornfields, roadkill, bird song, hoping still