Dream of a City Man

I’m going to sell my car and my [bad word] mat
I’m going to hide my briefcase and my bowler hat
I’m going to buy a ticket and catch a plane
I’m going to sit in the sun and laugh at the rain

I’m going to go where they say the life is sweet
I’m going to let the grass grow under my feet
I’m going to count the waves beside the sea
I’m going to be happy, I’m going to be free

I’m going to throw my shoes away
I don’t care what the people say
I’m going to spend my money too
And then I don’t know what I’ll do

But I don’t want to be alone
I’m going to miss my telephone
I going to live without a friend?
I’m going to sit and think again

I’m not going to leave this beautiful town
I’m not going to watch the sun go down
Tomorrow at the station you’re going to see
Two hundred city gents all exactly like me
I’m going to buy a ticket and catch a train
I’m going to read a book and look at the rain