They say make a wish on a haytruck
And if you don't see it again, it comes true
That's why I never hope for anything
Because only when you're dead it bears fruit
But those bale-bearers pass me so often
I have no choice but to lament
All my ungranted aspirations
And castles worn down into sand
They say that all horses sleep standing up
But I saw one lying down the other day
I ran to the front of the farmhouse
A man in dirty jeans said "You're wrong, go away"
But I snuck to the edge of that green, green field
Looked out at the dying thoroughbred
Sure enough she rose out of her slumber
And I awoke sweating in your bed
Yesterday I took a walk in the country
Today I went a-roamin' again
Tomorrow I'll probably do the same damn thing
And the static will remain in my head
The countryside's always depressing
Not just cause it's where I'm scared I'll die
But no mass of green mountains or rolling hills
Will convince me that beauty's here to stay
The landscape is constantly changing
Suburbia is always closing in
Sometimes at night you can't see the stars
We're perpetually blocking out heaven
And it gets so damn warm in the winter now
I don't need someone to hold close
The only detriment's the cowshit smell
That's started lasting all year round.