Now that the holidays have come
They can relax and watch the sun
Rise above all of the beautiful things They've done.
Go to the country take the dog
See the world laugh at the farmers feeding hogs
Eat hot dogs. Look at the sky without the smog
What a pity that the people from the city
Can't relate to the slower things
That the country brings.
Contains a thousand foolish games
Time itself is bought and sold. The spreading fear of growing old
That we play. While people planning trips to stars
Allow another boulevard to claim
It's insane.
A quiet country lane This time around.
So the subtle face is a loser
Lives become careers
Here we are in the years
Where the showman shifts the gears
"Let us out of hereChildren cry in fear.
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