Going to the Country

Going to the country

where the city cannot touch me

no sound of passing cars

no drunks from closing bars

you can see the stars each night

far from those city lights

and you fall asleep to the sound

of peace and quiet



In the city,

my heart feels contained

I want to set it free again

out on some prairie wind

jackhammers in my brain

are slowly driving me insane

so I’m going to the country

Oh, I’m going to the country



In the city,

I get the feeling something isn’t right

there’s gunshots every night

dead bodies beneath the street light

and there’s no jobs that pay

so we can’t afford to get away

and go to the country

going to the country



In the country,

I will think of you

and that city life we knew

everyday, as the danger grew

and how I tried to care

till we got used to living scared

wasting all your days

amongst the beer and baseball craze

deaf to the sound

of another building falling down

blind to the black man’s blood

Being covered up with mud

and the Mississippi flood keeps on rising…



Oh, I’m going to the country