We've walked and we've talked and we've roamed the world over Something got me thinking if we came to settling

What country, what country might you want to live in

What country would please you if you had to choose one?

Right now I've no patience for the choosing of nations

With their strict regulations imposed on their citizens

But if the government's fair and the people aware

I guess I could live there if you twisted my arm some

And we'll roam, and we'll go

And we'll see how all creatures know When they raise the stars up

They all return to their homes

From the day that we met we caught ramblin fever

So this question I ask is simply hypothetical

What city, what city might you want to live in

There must be a city, we can't move round forever?

If somebody forced me I'd say I like cities

Where you can see past the buildings, straight out to the mountains

Where the streets smell like toffee, the air like roast coffee

You might find me fussy but I'd like a good library

 

Now we don't like commitments, nor being consistent

And avoid all payment for bills of utility

But if there was a house to suit you, new or old one

What kind of a house would feel good wrapped around you?

To stay still I couldn't, I'm not saying I shouldn't

But it'd have to be wooden with high vaulted ceilings

A room for my writing, where the sun lets the light in

And when we are fighting I need another room dear