I've seen my old friends in so many places
That I can't remember the names
And it takes me back home to all of the faces
Where my memories will always remain
I'm just bidin' my time
It's dust on my saddle and it's clouds in my mind
I'm just bidin' my time
'till I leave this old city behind
I'm tired of the concret and people so busy
Oh, listen to the trees, can't you feel the cool breeze
Isn't this the ways meant to be?
Chorus