Текст песни 33 Zen Lane

I'll have a big back yard to run in
And a big oak tree for climbing
And a wrap around porch
To sip homemade iced tea
That brewed in the sun
While i watched it

I'll whisper my secrets
To the wind
Their dollars to me
Won't mean nothing
Except maybe to keep
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In my vegetable garden

My mail will come to
33 zen lane
In a county called rushing river
That's it's native name

My family will be my friends
My friends will be my home
You can't call me
You'll just have to come
Because i won't have a phone