Lyrics

There's No Place Called Away
© 2011 Will Stanley

Look around at the blight
From sea to shining sea
What once was such a pretty sight
Full of grass and trees
Now filled with asphalt, glass and steel
Mortar and bricks
Churches of real fantastic deals
In cities and sticks.

Where you gonna find a place to hide
Tell me, where you gonna stay
Once the land is stripped and malled and fried
In reality, there's no place called away.

Remember when a country walk
Made the weekends fun
Families would picnic, joke and talk
Lazing in the sun.
But now the kids head for the mall
While their parents stare
At the black box mounted on the wall
Blissfully unaware.

When you gonna find the time to relate
Do you know what games they play
By the time find out, it'll be too late
In reality, there's no place called away.

It's true we worship technology
And the stuff it brings
But let's not lose sight of what we love
In accumulating new things.

Instrumental

Where we gonna find a place to stash
The stuff from society's ashtray
How will the planet absorb all this trash
In reality, there's no place called away.

Where you gonna find a place to hide
Tell me, where you gonna stay
Once the land is stripped and malled and fried
In reality, there's no place called away.