Worn / Wander

I'm gonna move to the city The country's too slow I want pretty things in magazines I'm gonna buy some clothes I'm gonna move to the country The city's too fast I want open fields to earn my meals I'm gonna buy some land And when you see me I'll be there, I promise you You want to lead with all your stones in my shoes The weary travel he isn't too hard to suit So, I'll walk into the woods Just to show I can And the willow tree will harbor me And from the top I'll see just where I am Let's cut the damn tree down It blocks my view But from the top it'd be the perfect spot But I'll cut it on down with a chop, chop, chop And when you see me I'll be there, I promise you You want to lead with all your stones in my shoes The weary travel he isn't too hard to suit