People say the strangest things When you're trying to play You're trying to sing They call out words I don't know why But I just wish That I could fly away When the truck's loaded up And I'm back at my place It's not very hard To make a pretty good case To get out of town As fast as I can I don't need a map I don't need a plan Time to go To the mountains Or a beachside bungalow To a quiet place Where nobody ever goes And nobody knows Comes a time In your life When you can't take the pain You don't need the strife It gets harder and harder To stay on the scene And after a while you don't know what it means Time to go To the mountains Or a beachside bungalow To a quiet place Where nobody ever goes And nobody knows Everything I do Flies in the face of nature Just for once I'd like to let it go People say the strangest things When you're trying to play You're trying to sing They call out words I don't know why But I just wish That I could fly away To the mountains Or a beachside bungalow To a quiet place Where nobody ever goes And nobody knows To the mountains Or a beachside bungalow To a quiet place Where nobody ever goes And nobody knows