Countryside

I don't think I wanna work today
I'm gonna find myself a real ride
Pushing buttons doesn't leave any doubt
There's some holes that need filling and blessings to count

Stinging bees and going fishing with trout
Surreal justice always works itself out
Cool suggestions with a measure of doubt
Buckets need filling and the well won't run out

I keep telling me
This is my street
Here's where I live
Keep things my way

And the countryside
And the beasts will run
And the trees be tall
And the breezes strong

Got this need to be a bit inside out
Seas of red herring in a river of doubt
My knees are buckling but my feet won't give out
There's some buckets that need filling and wandering about

I keep telling me
This is my street
Here's where I live
Keep things my way

And the countryside
And the beasts will run
And the trees be tall
And the breezes strong

I keep telling me
This is my street
Here's where I live
Keep things my way

And the countryside
And the bests will run
And the trees be told
And the breezes strong

I keep telling me
I keep telling me
I keep