Green Hills

I've seen your sad towns
 Too barren for ghosts
 Empty silos on state highways
 Five o'clock light, signposts
 I've seen your old tracks
 Like scars on your hands
 Giving nothing to no one
 Dried vines, iron brands
 For dollar bills our great green hills
 Sink down into wasteland
 And when they're gone they leave you alone
 To hide your face in the sand
 I've seen your front porches
 Sour, peeling paint
 Fences grown pointless
 Graffiti, fallen, faint
 I've seen your junkyards
 Of tractors and barbed wire
 Pantry shelves slanting sideways
 Whistle blows, no buyer
 For dollar bills our great green hills
 Sink down into wasteland
 And when they're gone they leave you alone
 To hide your face in the sand
 To hide your face in the sand