I think I'll move to the City Let it take me by the hand Let it put me through the ringer Like only a city can Well I'll meet some nice old folkies Sing the saddest songs I know I think I'll move to the City if there's nowhere else to go Oh how I miss the Mountains You know the ones that lift you up High above the City And high above the muck A fiddle keep's me company Cheap whisky and a little smoke I think I'll move to the Mountains before I get too old Well the Ocean calls my name lord Yes it rushes like my soul Keeping mysteries and our histories Deep in it's folds Does it tire of kissing the same spit of sand? I think I'll move to the Ocean to try and figure out who I am To rest and to root Is all well and good But I start missing the others Way more than I should Like the City I'll hold you Like the Mountains lift you up and Like that Ocean I'll keep rolling 'Til I turn back to dust