Before, we lived in the country side
Where the only sound I heard was the wind
And red birds flew above my head
And I slept in a hay hump
Underneath the glowing stars
But then my parents told me they hated it here
And packed our bags
We drove through so many states
Images of the countryside slowly fading away
Now I stand outside our new house and see
An array of cars lined up down the whole road
H...
