Letras
Travel away for a year and a day
Forget about ties that could bind
Do the things you'd like to do
Say the things you'd like to say
And leave half your problems behind
You could sail on the oceans you've read about
You could fly in the sky above your head
You could walk through the forests of time-sculptured trees
And run toward the greener grass ahead
Or would you rather hang around your own familiar town
Just waiting for your rich aunt to die?
While the grass that grows beneath your feet
Isn't even half as sweet
As the grass that lies beyond the sky
You could sail on the oceans you've read about
You could fly in the sky above your head
You could walk through the forests of time-sculptured trees
And run toward the greener grass ahead