W hen I wa lk along y our city streets & look into your eyes ; Whe n I
s ee that simple sadness that acro ss your fe atures li e;
I f my spirits sta rt to sin k it comes as n o surpriz e. It' s bee n a
l ong way from an ywhere like heaven to you r town th is
town.
There's a
p asture in the c ountrysid e I use d to call my own. T here 's a
natural pillow f or my h ead. The grass the re is ove rgrown. I
t hink of that place f rom time to time wh en I want to be alo ne. I' ve co me
l ong way from anywher e like he aven to your town t his town. Now
people they live fr om day to day but they do not count t he time.
T hey don't see their days slip ping by a nd neither do I.... Ther e's a
p lace insid e of ev ery man t hat's lo okin' to b e free. Yes and
e verybody tells me that it's as it's m eant to be .
S till I read their pa pers and I watch th em on the T.V. I'v e co me a
l ong way from anyw here li ke he aven to your town this town. Most
p eople who live from day to da y simply d o not count the tim e you know.
T hey don't see their days slip ping by a nd neither do I. When I
w alk along your cit y streets & lo ok into yo ur eyes; When I
s ee that si mple sa dness tha t across y our featur es lie - I see lies
If my spirit star ts to sin k it comes as no sur prize I 've come a
l ong way from anywhe re li ke he aven to your town this tow n.
