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?