Song Lyrics by: Michael Sean Perry

A new look took place today

The beginning of the end my friend

Sold the Walter’s place today

A new stamp on an old land

You see I define my heart this way

By the measure of what I create

I vend for all to eat

What I do with the hands he gave

Talkin’ about a friend of mine

Talkin’ about my family

Dressed up in blankets

We go looking for a place to eat

The wind blows hard out here

Nothing turns green in this sand

Only fumes push my truck

Across what used to be great farmland

You hide your fear from me

Your tear from me

You try and fail

I read my young wife like a book in just one look

Tell me how can a man put a stamp on a land without seeing it

You work hard on your own ain’t that the way it’s supposed to be

Train leaves for the West

They say at 8 we stow away

A sharp knock at your door and a surprise

Take us in, please my friend, you know who sends