Location

I think I'll move to the city, let it take me by the hand

Let it put me through the ringer, like only the city can

Well I'll meet some nice old folky, 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

Oh a fiddle keeps me company, cheap whiskey, 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 foam

Oh does it tire of kissin' the same spit of sand?

I think I'll move to the ocean to figure out who I am

The rest and the root is all well and good

But I start missin' all 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 rollin' till I turn back to dust