This picture could be
From a thousand years ago
But for the people

This picture could be
From a thousand years ago
But for the people
We are not the first
Thousands walked this path before
We prove there’s a way
Corn among barley
Somewhere our paths have diverged
We are divided
Barely hearing ears
Beat out a better rhythm
Beneath burnished bronze
For times of good cheer
Bend hairy ears that can’t hear
To whiskey and beer