Nashville
My lover's in the fieldSwinging his shieldFighting the windmillsThat disappear.
My lover's on a missionSinging in prisonFor the lonely onesThe ones constantly missing
My lover's on dutySing ing his songHe says: "Where there is beauty,Wisdom goes wrong"
But this ain't Nashville.I too miss Nashville, but this ain't Nashvilleplease come home, please come down