They came from the city
Had to get out for a while
Now they're sitting on the fields
Watching the wind blow our worries away
And the band's playing a tune that talks about California
And the sky's about to cry.
There's a man who came all way from New Mexico
Who forgot just what he came looking for
He says if we keep searching we'll find our soul
At the bottom of a tunnel
Then we're free to run away