They came from the city
Had to get out for a while
Now theyre sitting on the fields
Watching the wind blow our worries away
And the bands playing a tune that talks about California
And the skys about to cry
Theres a man who came all the way from New Mexico
Who forgot just what he came looking for
He says if we keep searching well find our soul
At the bottom of a tunnel
Then were free to run away
Come with me
Come with me
Its only us out here
And at the end of the day well still be awake
And well dance around the fire
And tell stories of yesterday
Then well walk away into the endless ocean of insanity
And pretend to be OK
Its not me anyway
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