In my high-school years, when I finally cottoned on to the promise of progressive rock, one of my favorite bands was Kansas. I really liked the combination of their musical adventurism and (looking back) their naivete (and my own). That franchise is still touring, approaching 50 years of performances.
Their Song for America mines familiar territory for progressive rockers. It’s a take on a paradise ruined by industrial expansion (ironic, given the way prog rock takes advantage of that very technological progress). But, after the lament comes the dream of what used to be and what may be again.
Highways scar the mountainsides,
buildings to the sky, people all around.
Houses stand in endless rows,
sea to shining sea, people all around.
So we rule this land,
and here we stand upon our paradise,
Dreaming of a place,
our weary race is ready to arise.