Whenever I need to leave it all behind – Or feel the need to get away-ay-ay – I find a quiet place, far from the human race – Out in the country.
Before the breathin’ air is gone – Before the sun is just a bright spot in the night-time – Out where the rivers like to run – I stand alone and take back somethin’ worth rememberin’.
Whenever I feel them closing in on me – Or need a bit of room to move – When life becomes too fast, I find relief at last – Out in the country.
Before the breathin’ air is gone – Before the sun is just a bright spot in the night-time – Out where the rivers like to run – I stand alone and take back somethin’ worth rememberin’.
– by Three Dog Night
