In the old days when the wheels went round and round Through a wagon trench I called this home And out there on these new trails we've blazed Watching buffalo herds & windmills sway And still these paths do run wild But now concrete slabs make roads of miles Did the wealthiest always get there first They could afford to journey on and on Amazed at what we've come from And found along the way The wheels don't turn much different Only the roads have changed, have changed A freeway never seemed so strange Rushing back an forth from a life that I can't explain In the old days when the wheels went round and round Through a wagon trench I called this home Watching buffalo herds & windmills sway Watching buffalo herds & windmills sway Watching buffalo herds & windmills