Lyrics

Pickup truck piled high
Furniture and apple pie
A farming family leaves for California
Looking back, the last you see
Windmill like a broken tree
It’s like nothing on the road that lies
before ya
With a million other windmills left behind
Standing tall in fields knee-deep with dust
And it's hard as hell to break the ties that bind
but you do what you must

And the windmills turn over dry parched ground
When the aquifers are empty and there's no water to be found
Windmills turn under cloudless skies
When there's nothing left to dream about and nothing left to try
And the only thing it seems we ever learn is
Windmills turn

Power plants and family vans
Wishful thinking, long-range plans
And refugees at nearly every corner
Looking forward, looking back
Nothing's either white or black
Yet somehow our whole world's a little warmer
But with every gentle breeze the windmills turn
As we struggle just to try to understand
That we can’t rebuild each and every bridge we’ve burned
But we do what we can

And the windmills turn over dry parched ground
When the aquifers are empty and there's no water to be found
And the windmills turn under cloudless skies
When there's nothing left to dream about and nothing left to try
and the only thing it seems we ever learn
Is windmills turn

Science and opinions clash
In the empty space
Before we crash
As we watch the future
And the past collide
And the windmills turn

Windmills turn over dry parched ground
When the aquifers are empty and there's no water to be found
And the windmills turn under cloudless skies
‘til there's nothing left to dream about and nothing left to try
and the only thing it seems we ever learn is
Windmills turn