50 Years of Unchanged Province

folk,acousticguitarwithatouchofharmonica,storytelling

[Verse]
Fifty years and the clock just yawns
The same old fields where the same sun dawns
Rusty fences
Leaning wide
Cows still chewing where dreams collide

[Chorus]
Nothing changes
Not a thing
Time here’s tied on a fraying string
Fifty years
And it all stands still
This province bends but it won’t ever spill

[Verse 2]
The wind knows secrets but won’t confess
It hums through barns in a dusty dress
Roads crack open
Like an old man’s grin
But they don’t lead out
They just loop back in

[Bridge]
Is it peace or is it a curse
To live in a place where nothing gets worse
Where rivers murmur the same old tune
And the moon never moves too far from June

[Chorus]
Nothing changes
Not a thing
Time here’s tied on a fraying string
Fifty years
And it all stands still
This province bends but it won’t ever spill

[Outro]
The stars still shine
The ground still sighs
The years pile up
But the heart denies
Fifty years
And I’m standing here
In an unchanged province
Yet somehow unclear