We sail by on her side, on highway 59 The signal of the times, the turning of the page There used to be nothing here, but then nothing disappeared Upon the barn, the farm, the fields have long since been replaced The asphalt parking where that 10-pew Pentecostal stood The fast food four lanes and a subdivided neighborhood The walls of the world are closing in, spreading city, spreads us thin We can't seem to make our ends, meet the plan Never would have thought it would last, the way of life that time moved past But I wouldn't give to have the back 40 backed Maybe I'm a sucker for knowing who lives next door A view from my back porch, a pinch of peace and quiet Can't get back the used to be, so I hang on to the memories And I can still look up and see the stars, not streetlights shining The walls of the world are closing in, spreading city, spreads us thin We can't seem to make our ends, meet the plan Never would have thought it would last, the way of life that time moved past But I wouldn't give to have the back 40 backed Now I get that progress has its place, with no regard for what it takes But *** would slow its pace and cut us off some slack Cause it's all changing way too fast, the way of life that time moved past But I wouldn't give to have the back 40 backed