The Last Green Valley

I been searching in the sounds of Kentucky, searching for a home
I been driving through the swamps of new jersey, broke down all alone
Been on the turnpike, 7 lanes wide, girl that gave me quite a fright
It's still a small town but it's starting to become a phony night life

And I must go back
Yes I must go back
Yes I must go back
Yes I must go back
Yes I must go back
To The Last Green Valley
To The Last Green Valley
To The Last Green Valley
Take me home
To that valley
To The Last Green Valley
Take me home

Ain't no peepers, Virginia creepers, ain't no green in the yard
Stories 2 and 3 tucked, right by the sea, yet still so damn far
I got cabin fever stuck in the suburbs, so sad I can't stay
So grab a brush girl let's paint our masterpiece, far from this place

And I must go back
Yes I must go back
Yes I must go back
Yes I must go back
Yes I must go back
To The Last Green Valley
To The Last Green Valley
To The Last Green Valley
Take me home
To that valley
To The Last Green Valley
Take me home

I'm at the station
Ready to board
One train heads south
The other north
It's stone walls
Or the city
It's you
Or the land of plenty

It's cherry season Central Park, the blossoms are in bloom
But my mind's still out on that farm, baling hay in June
Ain't no education you can find, you gotta spend your whole life
At Walden Pond, don't get conned, by the New York Times

And I must go back
Yes I must go back
Yes I must go back
Yes I must go back
Yes I must go back
To The Last Green Valley
To The Last Green Valley
To The Last Green Valley
Take me home
To that valley