To race through the valley like blood through the vein
This place is just as pretty
And the rest of us are left to wonder
To race through the valley like blood through the vein
I feel my spirit fall
Each morning as the trucks roll in
Or find a way to bring you here
Turning the lowland from golden to green
My emptiness grows deeper
An all too common sight to see
To harvest forever the dreams of the San Joaquin
To harvest forever the dreams of the San Joaquin
A way to work things out
Every day I struggle
With the distance and the fear
A lucky few climb on
Life we dream about
That I will not return
Where the dream has gone
But it's harder than I thought
It brings no sleep at all
As I pictured it to be
In the life we dream about
They say the Sierra melts with the rain
We will be together
Turning the lowland from golden to green
As night comes like a blanket
To find the work I came here for
They say the Sierra melts with the rain
But a man in need of work's
I only hope that time will find
Where the dream has gone
