Nigths are getting longer It's getting colder day by day The sun without the sky Like a canvas, showing different Shades of grey Monotony of city life Has slowly taken its toll on me I need to get away I'm leaving the city This time tomorrow I'll be on my way A day a week a month or more I don't know, just how long I'll stay I'm going to a place where time seems To slowly stop and stare Minutes fade into hours, you wake up without a care You sit on the porch, tuning your steel guitar And when the night's draws on, you finish off Yesterday's cigar I'm leaving the city This time tomorrow I'll be on my way