Now that the holidays have come. They can relax and watch the sun. Rise above all. of the beautiful things. They've done.. Go to the country take the dog. Look at the sky without the smog. See the world laugh. at the farmers feeding hogs. Eat hot dogs.. What a pity. That the people from the city. Can't relate to the slower things. That the country brings.. Time itself is bought and sold.. The spreading fear of growing old. Contains a thousand foolish games. That we play.. While people. planning trips to stars. Allow another boulevard to claim. A quiet country lane. It's insane.. So the subtle face is a loser. This time around.. Here we are in the years. Where the showman. shifts the gears. Lives become careers. Children cry in fear. Let us out of here!.