Song Description
Dealing with watching a rural town become industrialized
| Song Length |
3:02 |
Genre |
Rock - Alternative, Rock - Progressive Rock |
| Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Distressed |
| Subject |
Politics |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Rolling Through the fields of green
overtaking everything, and leaving nothing in its wake
Crawling, and sprawling down here
I can not believe what the scenery is looking like today
Wading through the fields of green
I can't see my hand in front of my face
fading grace
like a fog
Man will flood down on this town
tear it down
to the muck and the mire
Fleeting suited collars
I cannot believe that a past ever
existed here
Been waiting for something to happen
I cannot believe that a past ever existed here
Wading through the fields of green
I can't see my hand in front of my face
Fading Grace
like a fog
man will flood down on this town
and tear it down to the
Muck and the mire...