Sick are the people who choose the city streetlights
Over the sight of stars
Stand in smoke and hailing their taxi cabs
And stumbling into the bars
Where soulless gut wrenching 9-5 workdays
Provide us a comfort near and far
Too bad we'll never know the wealthiness
Provided by who we are
Oh, please let my soul be free
I want to wake up where the trees and mountains are surrounding me
In a log cabin, deep in the dense woods of Maine
Where there ain't no other people, loud noises, light pollution
Acid rain
There they go again building behemoth towers
Trying to buy up the sky
Ever-nearing capitalistic expansion of the fertile soil
Nearly gone
Here I am lying awake at night
Wondering what we should do
But never mind that was just a hopeless pipedream 'cause
Someday they'll see it through
Oh, please let my soul be free
I want to wake up where the trees and mountains are surrounding me
In a log cabin, deep in the dense woods of Maine
Where there ain't no other people, loud noises, light pollution
Acid rain
Oh, please let my soul be free
I want to wake up where the trees and mountains are surrounding me
In a log cabin, deep in the dense woods of Maine
Where there ain't no other people, loud noises, light pollution
Acid rain