In the Countryside

I watch a weary old man with his briefcase
Each year of city life a wrinkle on his tired face
Is this the man that I will turn into?
Then I think of you

Somewhere across the city
You are on a train
Looking at a wrinkled lady
We should get out of here, baby

We'll take the road out to the countryside, my dear
Where the mountains go forever
And the birds are always near

We'll build a better life
We'll leave the city far behind us
Living where the outside world will never find us

Stockpiling weaponry

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