Cold coffee
My old boots are by the door
Nobody’s calling
But I don’t mind it anymore
Cause I’ve had enough of the rat race
The city life, the social grace
Burnt out on confidence
So tired of keeping score
Gonna find somewhere to slow it down
Buy a little place way out of town
Gonna take my time, cause it’s all mine
Trade my pride for a quiet life
Maybe then my time will come around
Way out of town
Down in the hills
Off old Topanga road
There’s a place I go
To ease a weary soul
I could hide away above the sea
Smoke my stuff, talk to the trees
Get myself a dog
And build a heart of gold
Gonna find somewhere to slow it down
Buy a little place way out of town
Gonna take my time, ‘cause it’s all mine
Trade my pride for a quiet life
Maybe then my time will come around
Way out of town
