I’ve outgrown this small town place
This tiny shoe box is a disgrace
I’m off in search of a bigger home
With ladders and ropes, set to climb and roam
Somewhere where the pleasers have guts
Where leaders rock and people are nuts
Where smoke is not blown and slaves are not made
Where harmony rules and there’s no need for caves
And so I walk the path so smooth
To a place where the grass looks greener
To unpack my case, give myself a shake
And open my soul to the new world around me


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