KINDER IN THE COUNTRY
I'm so much kinder in the country.
I'm so much kinder by the creek.
I've got more room to move, I can catch the moon's groove.
Oh the city, she make me cry and freak.
The high-tech evolution of our species.
The daily pollution to our minds.
Will you still be able to construct yourself a shelter
Out of what you find around you when its time?