From the recording Cicada Rhythm
Lyrics
a 100 miles north towards the georgia state line
is a place that i used to call mine
it was just beyond the valley and deep within the woods
but now there's nothing where it once stood
and i always thought that i'd have that place
these city walls have grown too close and crowded what i need most
do not destroy what is mine, what also is yours
long before the roads and busy highways
before the lights and concrete that fill it up today
before the plastic promises that sold us what was free
i remember a better side of this country
and i always thought that i'd have that place
these city walls have grown too close and crowded what i need most
do not destroy what is mine, what also is yours