Movin’ On
Time to pack up
Farm living was the life for me
But the farm was sold
So time for a new key
Gonna miss the criminal critters
The ones that escaped ever so often
And the ensuing chase around the neighborhood
With bridles and cops in tow
There’s a lot to be said
About living on the edge
Out where you can still see the stars
And traffic includes tractors and hay wagons
But like all things
Time keeps moving forward
And progress requires keeping up
So I’ve chosen to move
To a slick new spot
Closer to you
Probably
But I’ll always have that farm spirit
And the freedom of taking it slow
Just watching nothing happen
And really enjoying it