I guess the city people never liked my pen
So it's back to scenic pastures once again

I'm on the bus to track down a long-lost friend
Vicious passages that I hope to amend

I say as it was, I say that I was deluded
Any resemblance, coicindental

Lay down your arms again

Now I'm giving up the dreams you couldn't understand

And if equals we may never really be
Then let the silly hermit one be me

I need something small, I need a room without a view
Anything small that says no ambitions

Lay down your arms again

I need something small, I need a room without a view
Let me recite from my first and only

Lay down your arms
Lay down your arms again