Long ago our World was better, free from

the worry and the struggle we have today.

A great old country farmhouse became

our sanctuary, our Shangri-la.

You and I would run through the fields

And at night the stars were endless.

And after a while, well,

after that while the land didn't work as hard

and

the well ran dry

and things just didn't work out so

it was time for a move.

But things are different here. The money

has run short and the times are hard.

The city is no place for a dog and

you can only see the stars if your luck is right

and the traffic is slow.

There are no fields here, no

endless forests, nothing but a maze

of never-ending roads and street signs and

to put it bluntly:

I'm homesick.