I long to escape the city
The smog, the traffic, the stress
I long to ditch the yoke
That keeps me in this mess

I want to ride the back-roads

Feel and hear the river spray

I need to hear the mountain sing

To hear what the forest has to say

I need the key to the shackles

Binding me to this desk and chair

Take the bars down from my windows

Let me breathe the country air

I must see the eagle’s flight

The deer wandering in the woods

I need to smell the wild flowers

To sample natures goods

I don’t want to hear the phone ring

Nor the computers haunting stare

I don’t want to sit at traffic lights

Or when it’s dark look out in fear

I’m breaking free and riding high

On my suburban YJ steed

If you get bored come on and join me

Leave behind the city greed