There is a memory buried deep of hills that roll forever in the sky
and in my sleep I dream about those hills towering high.
Deep in the countryside is where I reside.
I never thought that things would change,
That age would come...
As night falls I lie awake and think of them in all their range.
All I see is the dark city light that makes strange shadows in the night.
Things have changed, that much I know but my inner child I’ll always know.