Born in the Country, Dying in the City

[Verse] Born where the cornfields kissed the sky, Under a sun that never said goodbye. The sound of crickets sang me to sleep, Where the roots run strong, and the earth runs deep. [Verse 2] Now I’m here where the concrete grows, Choking on smoke, and the wind don’t blow. Neon lights hum, but they can’t compare, To the quiet stars in that country air. [Chorus] Born in the country, my heart still roams, Through golden fields, and a place called home. But these city streets are stealing my breath, Born in the country, dying a slow death. [Verse 3] The smell of pine and a summer rain, They’re just memories that ease my pain. Here it’s sirens and strangers' faces, A crowded room, but the loneliest places. [Verse 4] I traded dirt roads for a subway train, But all I’ve found here is heartache and pain. Dreams don’t grow where the shadows creep, And the nights are loud when I try to sleep. [Chorus] Born in the country, my heart still roams, Through golden fields, and a place called home. But these city streets are stealing my breath, Born in the country, dying a slow death.