We got enough people
We stretch our hands to the south
And now we want to move to the seaside
We got enough people
We stretch our hands to the north
And now we want to move to the mountains
Up on the top of the hills
Wanna talk to the forest
Everyone would feel so good
We have all these choices
Why should we pick one soul and run away from all the others
We have all these choices
We've come to think that good and bad are fighting one another
Up on the top of the hills
Wanna talk to the forest
Everyone would feel so good
Looking for a place where no one ever laid foot
You and I would feel forever so good
Far, far, far from this damn neighborhood
You and I would feel so good