The New Romantic

I remember family workin' in the fields
Satisfaction from the harvest they would yield
Load your wagon with all you'll ever need
Hoe and shovel, tried and true technology

New romantic, ain't the same to me
Give me something more like it used to be

Fill my bucket, make my sister pull the weeds
Nothing wasted, breaking every single bean
For the winter, summer's extra in a can
At the table, always thankful for the land

New romantic, ain't the same to me
Give me something closer to what it used to be
New romantic, ain't the same to me
Give me something more like it used to be

New romantic
It ain't the same to me
Give me something closer
To what it used to be

New romantic
It ain't the same to me
Give me something more