One hundred miles north, towards the Georgia state line
Is a place that I used to call mine
It was just beyond the valley and deep within the wood
But now theres nothing where it once stood
And I always thought I'd have that place
These city walls have grown too close
and crowded what I need most
Do not destroy
what is mine, what also is yours
Long before the roads and the busy highways
Before the lights and concrete that fill it up today
Before the plastic promises that sold us what was free
I remember a better side of this country
And I always thought I'd have that place
These city walls have grown too close
and crowded what I need most
Do not destroy
what is mine, what also is yours