To the Mountains

People say the strangest things
When you're trying to play
You're trying to sing
They call out words
I don't know why
But I just wish
That I could fly away

When the truck's loaded up
And I'm back at my place
It's not very hard
To make a pretty good case
To get out of town
As fast as I can
I don't need a map
I don't need a plan
Time to go

To the mountains
Or a beachside bungalow
To a quiet place
Where nobody ever goes
And nobody knows

Comes a time
In your life
When you can't take the pain
You don't need the strife
It gets harder and harder
To stay on the scene
And after a while you don't know what it means
Time to go

To the mountains
Or a beachside bungalow
To a quiet place
Where nobody ever goes
And nobody knows

Everything I do
Flies in the face of nature
Just for once
I'd like to let it go

People say the strangest things
When you're trying to play
You're trying to sing
They call out words
I don't know why
But I just wish
That I could fly away

To the mountains
Or a beachside bungalow
To a quiet place
Where nobody ever goes
And nobody knows

To the mountains
Or a beachside bungalow
To a quiet place
Where nobody ever goes
And nobody knows