Watching the fading skyline
And concrete we’re leaving behind
I settle back in the car
Soaking up the sunshine

The only towers here are silos
The only horns are bright hellos
The concrete here is green
The passersby the Sunday show

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And we left to find our words
And we came to see the signs
And we took up our new life
And this is how we shine

In the quiet of the country
Where we made our great escape
I saw things roll out before me
And the shape that they would take

I saw long drives across the country
I saw crowds waiting in the stands
I saw nights in a hotel room
I saw my life in the band

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