"Going to the Country" lyrics

I'm going to the country
Yes all my bags are packed
Airing out the dirt
I've gathered in my lungs and bags
Northern sky's calling
As the constellations shift
So I'm sick of tired of feeling like nature doesn't exist
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I'm headed out the city
Yeah I think it's time to go
All my friends are trapped here
But my job it is remote
So I'm running out the city
I don't need the smallest town
Just somewhere I can sit down
And not hear the screaming crowds

And maybe I'll meet a mountain man
Who will carry up me uphill
And love me as I am
His hands are worn with seasons and yet
They're the smoothest hands I've ever felt
The kindest that I've met
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I'm going to the country
I don't need a gps
Just point my nose
And breath the air
Till it's clear and fresh
Finally the sunrise
Without having to look up
With my baby and the silence
Yeah the country's what I want
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Yeah the country's what I want