Where the City Ends

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In withered fields homes like soldiers now stand
Distant hills alone no more to be
And the city is a ragin’ fire
Cast about upon the lone prairie

We don’t know where the city begins
We don’t know where the city ends
What is left of the wild and free
Is the seed upon the wind and the waves upon the sea

The dust of dreams that could be brought
To every Oklahoma child
Is the dust below the buffalo
That lies still beneath the highway miles

Where rivers flow the path a tortured road
Promised angels from desert land
Mighty waters just a name and a dream
Colorado Black and Rio Grande