I think I'll move to the City
Let it take me by the hand
Let it put me through the ringer
Like only a city can
Well I'll meet some nice old folkies
Sing the saddest songs I know
I think I'll move to the City if there's nowhere else to go
Oh how I miss the Mountains
You know the ones that lift you up
High above the City
And high above the muck
A fiddle keep's me company
Cheap whisky and a little smoke
I think I'll move to the Mountains before I get too old
Well the Ocean calls my name lord
Yes it rushes like my soul
Keeping mysteries and our histories
Deep in it's folds
Does it tire of kissing the same spit of sand?
I think I'll move to the Ocean to try and figure out who I am
To rest and to root
Is all well and good
But I start missing the others
Way more than I should
Like the City I'll hold you
Like the Mountains lift you up and
Like that Ocean I'll keep rolling
'Til I turn back to dust
