Running in the wrong direction

Isn't it a long way home,

People with the wrong intentions

Isn't it a long way home.



City, you are dying real slow

Country, you are calling me to go.

Smokestacks, I don't need you no more

I'm gonna fly...



To where the sky meets the land

And the living is not planned

And the children can laugh just

Cause they're living.



I'll send for you

If you ever want me to

But you'll have to find

A whole new way of giving.



Running from the noise and poison

Isn't it a long way home.

Wounded by a law man's toy gun

Isn't it a long way home.



City, no more shadows to be seen.

Country, all the sunshine you can dream.

Smokestacks spew your sour-smelling

steam

I'm gonna fly.



To where the sky meets the land

And the living is not planned

And the children can laugh

Just cause they're living.

I'll send for you

If you ever want me to

But you'll have to find

A whole new way of giving