I wish I weren't in New York City
Fly me back home to Canada
In the country
I would trade all of your money
To be free from you, you're a soul-breaker
And a friend-faker
And when I get to California
My life's work grows away from my sound
And away from my heart
I would trade all my good fortune
To live off the land as a fruit-reaper
And a gatekeeper
To let in the wind and send in the light
And listen to nature nursing the night
Chanting the law, freeing the dove
Finding the rhythm of peace in a world needing love
When I get back from Arizona
I'll be ready to open my heart to you
If you want me to
I would trade all of my talents
To get through to you, you're a last-chancer
And a street-dancer
To let in the wind and send in the light
And listen to nature nursing the night
Chanting the law, freeing the dove
Finding the rhythm of peace in a world needing love
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I wish I weren't in New York City
Fly me back home to Canada
In the country
I would trade all of your money
To be free from you, you're a soul-breaker
And a friend-faker
And when I get to California
My life's work grows away from my sound
And away from my heart
I would trade all my good fortune
To live off the land as a fruit-reaper
And a gatekeeper
To let in the wind and send in the light
And listen to nature nursing the night
Chanting the law, freeing the dove
Finding the rhythm of peace in a world needing love
When I get back from Arizona
I'll be ready to open my heart to you
If you want me to
I would trade all of my talents
To get through to you, you're a last-chancer
And a street-dancer
To let in the wind and send in the light
And listen to nature nursing the night
Chanting the law, freeing the dove
Finding the rhythm of peace in a world needing love
Fly me back home to Canada
In the country
I would trade all of your money
To be free from you, you're a soul-breaker
And a friend-faker
And when I get to California
My life's work grows away from my sound
And away from my heart
I would trade all my good fortune
To live off the land as a fruit-reaper
And a gatekeeper
To let in the wind and send in the light
And listen to nature nursing the night
Chanting the law, freeing the dove
Finding the rhythm of peace in a world needing love
When I get back from Arizona
I'll be ready to open my heart to you
If you want me to
I would trade all of my talents
To get through to you, you're a last-chancer
And a street-dancer
To let in the wind and send in the light
And listen to nature nursing the night
Chanting the law, freeing the dove
Finding the rhythm of peace in a world needing love
Writer: Christopher Ward Dedrick
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN)
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN)