I hear the rain on the metal roof
and I beg to walk out the door to a field
but i stay behind the window cover
because the city is all that yeilds
I dream of the stary nights
chasing lightening bugs in the yard
but all I can see are city lights
and nature seems so far
I remember exploring the corn
popping tar bubbles on the road
I rode my bike for wide open miles
but those days were so long ago
My dog ran free in an endless yard
and the sprinkler never knew pavement
spent my teenage years hanging out in the barn
I long to find where the good life went.
