by Stefan Blixt
I've been sitting here writing songs
But I think I've been sitting too long
Now I'm so thick in my head
I think I'll go to sleep instead
Out on the countryside
The sky keeps my alive
I'll live with birds and bugs
And sleep on flour rugs
I think this record is done
I'm through with having fun
Now the path is laid
And I'll get up and head for the countryside