Dusty roads stretch out, fields lie barren and bare
Dreams fade as despair hangs heavy in the air
Idle hands wait, as factories shut down
Prosperity's ghost whispers through this town
Sun beats on empty porch chairs, once filled with cheer
Now silent witnesses to what used to be
The tavern echoes with old woes and pain
Drowning sorrows where bitter winds reign
But we're singing through the struggle, voices loud and clear
Raising our glasses to dreams we hold so dear
We'll stand strong at morning's gentle glow
Hope's on the horizon where heartland rivers flow
Mama prays for clouds to break, her spirit's filled with fear
While Daddy's lost in doubt, his heart is torn and near
The bottle tempts with a siren's sweet call
Promising escape, but leading to a fall
Yet we're singing through the struggle, voices loud and strong
Raising our glasses to where we belong
We'll find strength to rise as new day shows
Hope's on the horizon where heartland river flows
In darkest nights, brightest stars appear
Reminding us our dreams are always near
From ashes of hard-luck tales we'll rise
With lion's courage, we'll touch the skies
So we're singing through the struggle, voices clear and bold
Raising our glasses to dreams we uphold
We'll stand tall when morning starts to glow
Hope's on the horizon where heartland waters flow
Dawn breaks anew, we face the day with pride
Leaving behind the night where fears reside
Heartland's song, our anthem of rebirth
We'll keep moving forward, for all we're worth