Buffalo Herds & Windmills

In the old days when the wheels went round and round
 Through a wagon trench I called this home
 And out there on these new trails we've blazed
 Watching buffalo herds & windmills sway
 And still these paths do run wild
 But now concrete slabs make roads of miles
 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, have changed
 A freeway never seemed so strange
 Rushing back an forth 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 & windmills sway
 Watching buffalo herds & windmills sway
 Watching buffalo herds & windmills