In The Countryside Songtext

I watch a weary old man with his briefcase.
Each year of city life a wrinkle on his tired face.
Is this the man that I will turn into?
But then I think of you.
Somewhere across the city, you are on a train.
Looking at a wrinkled lady.
We should get out of here, baby.
We'll take the road out to the countryside, my dear.
Where the mountains go forever, and the birds are always near.
We'll build a better life, we'll leave the city far behind us.