Nashville

My lover's in the field

Swinging his shield

Fighting the windmills

That disappear.

My lover's on a mission

Singing in prison

For the lonely ones

The ones constantly missing

My lover's on duty

Sing ing his song

He says: "Where there is beauty,

Wisdom goes wrong"

But this ain't Nashville.

I too miss Nashville, but this ain't Nashville

please come home, please come down