I am going to the country   I've got to get away from here   'cause I could use a little mystery   And I could use a little air       Ever since hearts have been tumbling   Like weeds in the wind   I keep wondering what we do   With all the gifts that we're given   In the name of freedom       When the well went dry   Nothing could move me   Then I lost the view of a little girl   But now the scenery rolls by me like a movie   Like the eighth wonder of the world       When I think about the love   Without which we could not go on   And then when it's all over   We hear about it in a song   And a broken hearts a cliche   A cliche       So I am going to the country   I know a place where i can lie   Where the wisdom is deeper than the human soul   Or the holes that the stars dug in the sky       I don't come here seeking answers   I come only seeking peace   Until the tired fist around me heart   Is swayed into release   And I wish the same for all my friends   All my friends