Catfish rolling on a glassy lake
Waterfowl acting like they own the place
Swallows dancing in the wind
Two otters going for a swim
A few deer blocking my dirt road
No hurry no place to go
I us’ta fly by billboard signs
Hear gunshots in the middle of the night
Sirens screaming in the fast lane
I was all caught up in the rat-race
But I finally found out what matters
Here where soft green pastures
Push up against peaceful blue waters
This small town is like a Rockwell painting
Rusty ole tractors feral cats playing
Fishing boats parked by a bait store
Everything the same as a century before
Fast food and drive thru’s nonexistent
A stray dog stops for a visit
I us’ta fly by billboard signs
Hear gunshots in the middle of the night
Sirens screaming in the fast lane
I was all caught up in the rat-race
But I finally found out what matters
Here where soft green pastures
Push up against peaceful blue waters
There’s a small church up on a hill
Closest spot to heaven far as I can tell
I us’ta fly by billboard signs
Hear gunshots in the middle of the night
Sirens screaming in the fast lane
I was all caught up in the rat-race
But I finally found out what matters
Here where soft green pastures
Push up against peaceful blue waters