Inner city living drives me wild So I took away a friend to see the Big outside took five hours and We arrived where the sky is so big You can really see home on the hill Is magicful with candlefire and way Cool things home is a poem, rope to Beach they say its a nightmare you Can get out of reach underweather Overweather rainy or shine the big outside Brings us alive like mosquito bay A jungle to know if you follow along The dusty road (heh) thanks again ... I watch over you you fish on the rocks You look up and wave I'm not really lost Wide wide ocean not a ship in view Us alone in a twilight zone ... We managed to fly to getaway No mailing postcards it can wait Journey back home another state Where the wood from the trees Is good really estate ... Feeling adventure we fall into sleep And try to salvage a barge from the deep Undermilk wooa a windy place Where the sun has no manners and a Sunburnt face . thanks again