00:05There used to be a town here where the church bell rang at noon
00:12Where kids chased down the sidewalks and every porch had someone home
00:16Now the main street's wearing weeds and the old signs are coming down
00:21But one red barn still stands at the edge of the town
00:27Every morning before sunrise he walks across the field
00:30Checks the roads beneath the darkness like he always has for years
00:33The grocery store closed last winter
00:36The diner shut its doors, the schoolhouse stands abandoned
00:39The weeds across the floors, his neighbors packed their memories
00:42And headed somewhere new, but he stayed behind the fences with the work he always knew
00:48They told him times are changing, they told him you should go
00:53He just looked across the wheat field and said, this is all I know
00:59He's the last farmer in town
01:02Still turning over the ground while the world keeps moving on
01:06Still playing with the call
01:08Every season takes something, every year wears another scar
01:12But as long as these fields keep growing
01:14He knows where his roots are, yeah, the town may disappear
01:17The old roads may fade away, but some roots run deeper than the hands of time can take
01:23His father's name is carved into the barn beside the door, a day from 1962
01:28And nothing more
01:29He remembers when his father taught him how to read the Lancet
01:32You don't own this soil, son, you're only borrowing it from God
01:35He remembers his mother packing lunches for the son
01:38And the sound of the old tractor when the morning had begun
01:41Those memories are all he has of the people who are gone
01:44So he keeps the engine running, keeps the fields carrying on
01:47One morning in November, a young man stopped his truck
01:50He said, my granddad worked these fields before we lost our luck
01:53He looked across the empty town and asked the farmer why
01:56He still planted every spring
01:58But there was no one left nearby
02:00The old man smiled and answered
02:02Son, you got it wrong
02:03I don't plant because the town is here
02:05I plant because it once was
02:06And maybe someday someone will come looking for these fields
02:09I'd rather leave them something living than a story buried still
02:12He's the last farmer in town
02:13But the fields are still alive
02:15Every seed beneath the soil
02:17There's a reason to survive
02:18When water towers rust and the church bells stopped
02:20It's sound like gold and we'd still lose
02:22Where the old streets used to run
02:24Yeah, the years can take the buildings
02:25They can take the names away
02:27But they can't take the roots
02:28That were planted in this place
02:30He's the last farmer in town
02:31And he's still working every day
02:34Because some roots are stronger than the hands that time can take
02:37Someday that old barn may fall
02:40Someday the fence may break
02:42But somewhere underneath the soil
02:45Those roots will still remain
02:46When the morning finds the fields held
02:48And the first light touches down
02:51There'll still be something growing
02:53Where they once called it a town
02:59That's a year
02:59I'd rather leave the middle of it
02:59With a home
