The old barn on the hill has given up, collapsed,
so many years neglected, it was bound to happen,
man on the porch waving as we pass,
a dying star in red pajamas, his body misshapen.

So many years neglected, it was bound to happen,
the road curves past fields carved up for sale,
a dying star in red pajamas, his body misshapen,
steely sharks circling a wounded whale.

The road curves past fields carved up for sale,
neighbors flock to the new Dollar General,
steely sharks circling a wounded whale,
moving the cemetery to make way for the mall.

Neighbors flock to the new Dollar General,
the tattered billboard boasts Jesus Saves,
moving the cemetery to make way for the mall,
we have failed the land with our selfish ways.

The tattered billboard boasts Jesus Saves,
man on the porch waving as we pass,
we have failed the land with our selfish ways,
the old barn on the hill has given up, collapsed.