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

Look at the sky without the smog

See the world laugh at the farmers feeding hogs

Eat hot dogs.



What a pity that the people from the city

Can't relate to the slower things

That the country brings.



Time itself is bought and sold.

The spreading fear of growing old

Contains a thousand foolish games

That we play.



While people planning trips to stars

Allow another boulevard to claim

A quiet country lane

It's insane.



So the subtle face is a loser

This time around.

Here we are in the years

Where the showman shifts the gears

Lives become careers

Children cry in fear

"Let us out of here