Flashing lights, and crazy nights, sounds of the engines from the overhead flights, and people in a hurry, to find their next worry.
I danced till dawn in that snake-oil pond, till my soul couldn’t breathe, and the echoes of the canyons started calling me.
Now I’m a long ways out of crazy town, nearest neighbors ’bout 2 miles down.
Thank God the city life made a country boy out of me. – Sinz