A day in the country
by Steven Clotzman

I want a day in the country
to ease my aching mind.
I want a day in the country
to ease my aching mind.
Well this city, it is choking me
and the country air's so fine.

I want to walk through a meadow
to a cool, clear water stream.
I want to walk through a meadow
to a cool, clear water stream.
I want to feel the earth below me,
Lord, you must know want I mean.

Well this city, it's so crowded,
there's people everywhere.
Sometimes it get so painless
that I just don't seem to care
about the policeman on the corner
or the thousand Jesus freaks
or the prostitute in the lime green suit
or the bum down on his knees.
I need a day in the country
to get some peace of mind.
It's not a major revelation
that we all could use some time.

I want a day in the country
without this ball and chain.
I want a day in the country
without this ball and chain.
'Cause my head, it is pounding
and it's making me insane.

Now, please don't get me wrong sir,
the city is my home.
It's just sometimes it so crazy
you can feel oh, so alone.
These streets are filled with madness
and the stones that we're all throwing
and it's taken me so goddamn low
that I don't know where I'm going.
I need a day in the country
to ease this aching mind.
I'm not asking for a life there,
a day will do just fine.


© 1985 Steven Clotzman - all rights reserved