There's a pasture in the countryside
I used to call my own
There's a natural pillow for
my head
The grass there's overgrown
I think of that place from
time to time
When I want to be alone
It's been a long way from
anywhere
Like Heaven to your town,
this town
Now, people live from day to
day
But they do not count the
time
They don't see the days slipping
by
And neither do I
Now, people live from day to
day
But they do not count the
time (you know)
They don't see their days
slipping by
And neither do I
When I walk along your city
streets
And look into your eyes
When I see that simple sadness
That across your features
lies (I see lies)
If my spirit starts to sink
It comes as no surprise
I've come a long way from
anywhere
Like Heaven to this town,
your town
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