Worn / Wander

I'm gonna move to the city

The country's too slow

I want pretty things in magazines

I'm gonna buy some clothes

I'm gonna move to the country

The city's too fast

I want open fields to earn my meals

I'm gonna buy some land

And when you see me

I'll be there, I promise you

You want to lead with all your stones in my shoes

The weary travel he isn't too hard to suit

So, I'll walk into the woods

Just to show I can

And the willow tree will harbor me

And from the top I'll see just where I am

Let's cut the damn tree down

It blocks my view

But from the top it'd be the perfect spot

But I'll cut it on down with a chop, chop, chop

And when you see me

I'll be there, I promise you

You want to lead with all your stones in my shoes

The weary travel he isn't too hard to suit