Fields of the Brave

Sometimes I close my eyes
 And picture the plains
 I see Buffalo Bill and the Iroquois
 Riding again
 Open skies, fertile ground
 This was heaven on earth that they found
 We got what they gave
 By their God we were saved
 They were humble but not depraved
 These streets we're afraid of
 Once were the fields of the brave
 The fields of the brave
 Where a Chevrolet rusts
 By a closed shopping mall
 Can you see through the dust
 Where the brave ones stood tall
 Buried deep where they fell
 They live on in the stories we tell
 We got what they gave
 By their God we were saved
 And I say this as I pray
 I can't help but dream of
 The days these were fields of the brave
 In the fields of the brave
 After all this time
 And the struggles in between
 We stand next in line
 With the chance we can build on their dreams
 In the fields of the brave
 Fields of the brave
 We got what they gave
 In the fields of the brave
 Let their spirits be saved
 And I pray this on their graves
 There'll be a return of
 The days these were fields of the brave
 The fields of the brave