Of course I dream of leaving my car for a horse and a saddle and a western bar
With a fire burning and venison stew and wilderness and me and you
In an end To glassed-in plastic walls that we sit behind As civilization falls
Of course I dream of leaving my job, be one less speck in a swelling mob
And only earn what I build by hand or harvest from the actual land
Not some cyber-universe where animal instincts are moving in reverse
Of course I dream of leaving my home for the wilderness where I would roam
And only eat what I could hunt and not be afraid to confront
Storms and cliffs and fighting men instead of fighting debt again and again
I dream and dream again and again of leaving here to find my zen
Of course I'd never leave my dog I'd miss the perfect dialogue
Of wordless shared philosophy about love and food and loyalty
We never talk of governors or what to wear or what somebody heard
I dream and dream again and again of leaving here to find my zen
Of course I dream of leaving this life for a wide sky view and you as my wife
And a night that's black except for stars and a fire burning in our hearth
And lightning flashes and moonlight magic, I think unnatural life is so damn tragic
I dream and dream again and again of leaving here to find my zen
I dream and dream again and again of leaving here to find my zen
I dream and dream again and again of leaving here to find my zen