Workers' Faces Etched in Light (Boom Times Speed Inflation)

[Verse] Out in fields where corn is high, Farmers toil beneath the sky. Wind sings through the harvest rows, Simple life where courage grows. [Verse 2] Factory lines hum through the night, Workers' faces etched in light. Strong attachments tie them close, In their hands, the future's hope. [Chorus] Overworked employees, Factor markets frenzied. Boom times make costs higher, Firms daydream of price hikes. Dreams become what happens: Speeding of inflation. [Verse 3] Main Street's bustling, stores unfold, Stories told in silver and gold. Families gather, children play, It's the small-town, honest way. [Bridge] Dreams unspoken, hearts are bold, In the heat and in the cold. Through the struggle and the strife, They find meanings in their lives. [Chorus] Overworked employees, Factor markets frenzied. Boom times make costs higher, Firms daydream of price hikes. Dreams become what happens: Speeding of inflation.