Back to the Country

This is me in my home from home

Freezing cold but never alone

The floorboards creaks and the freezer speaks

But it's a place I can call my own

This is me in my home from home

Days like this I need

Time and space to breathe

Walk down the street a concrete aisle

Trees here and there to reconcile

People here can't even crack a smile

Planes escape overhead

I can hear them from my bed

I need to leave and be me

Take me back to the country

A chorus of chaos in the urban song

Birds and sirens sing all night long

Paint peeling from the aged ceiling

But for this price you can't go wrong

This is me trying to stay strong

Days like this I need

Time and space to breathe

Walk down the street a concrete aisle

Trees here and there to reconcile

People here can't even crack a smile

Planes escape overhead

I can hear them from my bed

I need to leave and be me

Take me back to the country

Take me back

Oh take me back

Oh take me back

Walk down the street a concrete aisle

Trees here and there to reconcile

People here don't ever see me smile

Planes escape overhead

I can hear them from my bed

I need to leave and be me

Walk down the street a concrete aisle

Trees here and there to reconcile

People here can't even crack a smile

Planes escape overhead

I can hear them from my bed

I need to leave and be me

I need to leave and be free

Take me back to the country