Running in the wrong direction
Isnt it a long way home,
People with the wrong intentions
Isnt it a long way home.

City, you are dying real slow
Country, you are calling me to go.
Smokestacks, I dont need you no more
Im gonna fly...

To where the sky meets the land
And the living is not planned
And the children can laugh just
Cause theyre living.

Ill send for you
If you ever want me to
But youll have to find
A whole new way of giving.

Running from the noise and poison
Isnt it a long way home.
Wounded by a law mans toy gun
Isnt it a long way home.

City, no more shadows to be seen.
Country, all the sunshine you can dream.
Smokestacks spew your sour-smelling
Steam
Im gonna fly.

To where the sky meets the land
And the living is not planned
And the children can laugh
Just cause theyre living.
Ill send for you
If you ever want me to
But youll have to find
A whole new way of giving.