I never thought they'd ever doubt my words
I guess they were just too tired to care
I'd point to the horizon, to the dust of the herds
Still hovering in the air
Somebody said it ain't any such
Man, you wish so hard you're scaring me
Those are combines kicking up that dust
But I guess you can see what you want to see
You can keep on chasing what used to be there
Top that rise and face the pain
But, man, they were here, they were here I swear
Not just these bleaching bones stretching across the plain
Plug 'er in an' turn 'er up ...
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