The story
He keeps looking back while the field keeps calling him forward.
He sits in the cab with one hand on the wheel and one on the shifter, trying to back out of a mess he already made. The tractor grinds against the dirt as he stares at what he left behind, where the straight line home no longer looks straight at all.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
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