• Sitting by a mountain stream, a pine smell in the air.
    I watched the clouds go floating by, I did not have a care

    Of what was happening in the town upon the busy street.
    The crowded buses passing by with not an empty seat.

    The noise of cars, their engines roar is deafening in my ear.
    I'd rather watch the eagles soar or see the wandering deer.

    I love to see the sun go down, the day turn into night.
    But soon I'll leave this peaceful place back to the towns bright light.