The sun sets red on a field of gold,
My hands still smell like the seeds I’ve sown.
But the harvest’s rich, and my heart is poor,
Since she walked out that old screen door.
**[Chorus]**
Oh, these tractor wheels keep turnin’ round,
Draggin’ my dreams through the cold, hard ground.
I plant the corn in straight, long lines,
But love don’t grow by design.
**[Verse 2]**
The radio plays our favorite song,
But the silence now just lasts too long.
I feed the hogs, I mend the fence,
But nothin’ covers up her absence.
**[Chorus]**
Oh, these tractor wheels keep turnin’ round,
Draggin’ my dreams through the cold, hard ground.
The crops don’t care if I’m blue or broke,
Just another heart drowned in diesel smoke.
**[Bridge]**
Maybe one day the rain will fall,
Wash away the pain and all.
Till then, I’ll work, I’ll sweat, I’ll pray,
That time rolls my hurt away.
**[Outro]**
The sun comes up, I’ll start again,
A broken man on a broken land.
But even fields get a second chance—
Maybe love’s just a growin’ dance.