Place in the Country - Fanny

Standing on a hilltop, wishing on a quick star

Enemies all around me

Got to make a rest stop, wonder where my friends are

It’s about time they found me

I’m caught in the middle of a shooting war

And I can’t ever gather what I’m fighting for

And I hate to imagine what they’ve got in store

Somebody put the heat on me

Who could it be?

Stranded by the seaside, waiting out the high tide

Taking a short vacation

Wading through the hot crowd, laughing at 'em out loud

Crying in desperation

I’m caught in the current and I’m going down

And I ain’t got a will and I’m about to drown

And I hope they can forward all my bag to town

Somebody’s out to blow my mind

They’re doing fine

All I need is some time to myself

And a place in the country

Waiting by the highway, people going my way

Making like they ignore me

Running from the rat race, smiling with a false face

Searching the road before me

I’m hot on the trail of something I can’t find

And I can’t pay my ticket and I’m running blind

And I think I discovered I’ve been left behind

Somebody wants to use my name

It’s a shame — ain’t it a shame

All I need is some time to escape

And a place in the country