Maybe it's time to sell our couch, our television and our bed
Load our kids up in a van and live on the road instead
With a kitchen that's a Coleman stove, a cooler and two bags of ice
Maybe it's time to get away. Right about now that sure seems nice
Maybe it's time to learn a trade that I could take to any town
Selling songs and poetry and raising spirits that are down
Maybe it's time to leave the grid and get our heat from the fireplace
Never mow a lawn again. Disappear without a trace
Maybe it's time to have a farm with several horses and a cow
Maybe we could learn to work the land if anyone would show us how
Grow vegetables and can our fruit and learn how to bake our bread
Have chicken coops collecting eggs. Work the land then go to bed
Maybe it's time to get away. Leave the city and this job
Only take the things we love and leave the key in the doorknob
Leave most everything behind and let the banks all keep the bill
Sometimes it's the time for change. Otherwise we never will