The story
He cannot outrun what keeps pulling him back.
He runs his hands through corn and dust, feeling the weight in the grain and the pull in the ground. The tractor keeps moving, but every mile seems to bring him back to the same fenced field, the same work, the same woman-shaped absence at the edge of it. Something unseen still tugs harder than the engine.
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Lyrics
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