|Lyrics:||Now that the holidays have come|
They can relax and watch the sun
Rise above all of the
Go to the country take the dog
Look at the sky
without the smog
See the world laugh at the farmers feeding hogs
Eat hot dogs.
What a pity that the people from the city
Can't relate to the slower things
Time itself is bought and sold.
The spreading fear of growing
Contains a thousand foolish games
That we play.
While people planning trips
Allow another boulevard to claim
A quiet country lane
So the subtle face is a loser
This time around.
Here we are in the years
the showman shifts the gears
Lives become careers
Children cry in fear
"Let us out of