I think I'll go to the country and I'll never come back to reality That'd be the death of me back when I was a kid This ain't what I had in mind I thought fishing and climbing up trees were the norm Playing cards around a table as I waited out a storm When I thought about life that's what I had in mind What I had in mind Till they told me I was wrong They said that kind of living was just fiction Stories and songs So I went on living trusting in those words Like a school of fish or a flock of birds When I thought about life I just fell in line I did all the right things, made all the right moves Expensive clothes and shiny shoes But every single night I couldn't keep from crying Couldn't keep from crying 'Cause I knew that they were wrong Crying 'cause I'd been lying To myself all along Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie The life that I was sold was just a lie Was there wisdom in the words I heard when I was a child Or is dreaming the reason living is worthwhile Isn't dreaming the reason living is worthwhile Isn't dreaming the reason living is worthwhile