Gonna run, running from the city. Gonna run, running to the country. Gonna run, running from the city. Gotta ease my aching mind, oh yeah. Gonna hide, hiding from the smoke fumes.
I'm going to try, I'm going to try. I'm going to try and get my feet out of the sand. . I'm going to try, I'm going to try. I'm going to try and find out where's the promised land.