Times don't last in the city
Back in the hills, they never change
You'll see a million sons live and lose a thousand loves
Before you ever catch a drop of rain

Long live the simple times
Don't get carried away
Long live my peace of mind
The little things will do it for me anytime of day

Me, I'm not made for the city
I've been plotting my escape
Stacked just like bricks, 'til our stomp makes you sit
Never ever question why we stay

Blown in a wind from the country
I'll probably leave the same way
Weasel with me, 'til we weak in our knees
We laugh so hard, we chase the stars away

Long live the simple times
Don't get carried away
Long live my peace of mind
The little things will do it for me anytime of day