Bugs In Amber - Rockin' Chair In The Country lyrics

Wake up son we've got to go

Throw on some clothes we've gotta go

Take this foreign car and drive four hundred miles just down the road

I'll see ya' in a bout a week

We'll take a silver lincoln to the beach to frolic in the sand and sun

But don't forget discrete

We're laying low from this heat

They don't need a better impression to make their heads play

Infatuation games curiousity with lives of strangers

Vacation hide out paranoid

Intimidating concscoius droid

Dpend to many wasted energies afraid to go back home

I wonder if the news is true

Don't quite wanna fall into the same adjusted

sick mentality of always on the run

When I'm not quite done here

Going back to small town reality in the morning

Carefree secret story and rockin' chair in the country