On a shelf back home
There were two figurines
Man and wife dusty faced
Drab yellow and brown dreams
Of farms and dust and yellow wheat
Breeders of little babies
Who once weened off the teat
Never leave
Never leave
Never leave
Never leave
Never leave
Never leave
Some keep plowing the same lands
Callused hand clearing more room
For that big old family tree
But I've got to tell ye
That even in times of biggest boon
Don't even think
You've made a scratch on the surface
Few plows are drawn with purpose
Only seem to stir up dust
It never leaves
Never leaves
Never leaves
Never leaves
Never leaves
Never leaves
See some people look
Like those dusty figures on the mantle piece
Never ask why
Just take their places
Like good hired hands
You know the land will never know
The hand beneath the glove
Never leave
But never really there either
Just taking your family's face
You'll never have your own