Song Description

Story about wanting to move to the country instead of living in the cities.

Lyrics

The cities 494 parking lot, yeah moving moving slow
Just another day on the freeway
We got the cell phone users
And we got the make up mirror abusers
Read the morning news at 65

I live in the cites right now but I don't think I want to stay to long
Gimme a dirt road with no traffic lights and just let me drive along

This little voice inside of my head
I don't know what it is that he said
No I take that back, I take that back
I know exactly what he said
He said to me there's got to be a better way to do this thing
Let's put our heads together and see what we see

See the little boy, he's running about
Catching fireflies for his jar
He falls down, he lays there, he giggles
And he just looks up at the stars
And it fills him up with amazment
As he lays there he wonders how far
Thinking maybe someday he'll build a spaceship
And travel all the way off to mars