Now that the holidays have come

They can relax and watch the sun

Rise above all of the beautiful things they've done

Go to the country take the dog

Look at the sky without the smog

See the world laugh at the farmers feeding hogs

Eat hot dogs

What a pity

That the people from the city

Can't relate to the slower things

That the country brings

Time itself is bought and sold

The spreading fear of growing old

Contains a thousand foolish games that we play

While people planning trips to stars

Allow another boulevard to claim

A quiet country lane

It's insane

So the subtle face is a loser

This time around

Here we are in the years

Where the showman shifts the gears

Lives become careers

Children cry in fear

Let us out of here