Let them be as the city
glittering, tall, never sleeping,
but covered in grease and grime

I rather be the country
bright and pure, like a butterfly
living free and always on the outskirts
to understand the simplicity of a farmers hand
and to be quaint, uncomplicated
to thrive on pure morals
and see value in natures beauty

I’d rather be timeless and classic
than to be tied to time
never sleeping and always abuzz
tempted by sin
re renovated again
I’d rather be the country
always pure and forever free