The bright city lights, burning a hole in my eyes,
Loud noises, day and night, high overhead,
The pollution and the environment slowly dying,
I think I open a bottle of wine, listen to the Dead.

The endless people, shouting obsentities in traffic,
Longest lines in grocery and department store lines,
Hunting to find some green grass, I think I'm sick,
This city living is no longer alluring, so undevine.

Think I'll pack up the car, call some friends,
Pack a cooler with food and ice-cold drinks,
Take the undiscovered road, where it might end,
Cause I want to breathe clean air that doesn't stink.

Will head up to the mountains, where I can think,
Deep inside the pine trees and foilage everywhere,
Leave all my worries, for a moment, soul will link,
With the purity where it's life daily with no cares.

Will hug my wife to my heart on cold nights,
Start a fire raging in the fireplace, to keep warm,
Listen to the crickets and the birds, no fright,
As the center of nature surrounds and swarms.

Goodbye concrete jungle, so long rat race,
Sell our city home, build a log cabin in the middle,
Of the forest, where there's a much slower pace,
And nothing's taken for granted, nothing is little.