I watch the street lamps come alive
In the august of the sunday
I dont want no obligation
I dont want no reasons why
I crave the stillness of the mountains
You can't find it in the books your read
You cant find it on the shelf
Its out there in the waves of grain
Out there and no where else
The moon high above my shoulder
The sun lingers in my eye
Still I wish I in the country lost in the by and by
With the sun coming up before me
On the road Ive been going down
For some old forgotten sound
While the world was moving on