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