Thursday, February 27, 2014

Ecology, 1973

Sitting by my side--
In a railway station--
My dog and me--
Sit waiting for something
To take us home.

Yes, I'm going home
Where my love is
waiting for me--
I'm going home
where I feel like
the people are friendly--
I'm going home--
Back to the country.

The country wasn't where
I was born--
But my love is in the
country,
Trees are in the
country,
Nature is in the
country,
So I'm going home.

Where's the train?
It's too late for fighting,
It's too late for singing,
It's too late for going back
to nature.

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