The Long Way
We do it the long way,
We go round the long way,
Let me take you the long way,
Yeh we know where we’re going,
We see it in the distance but we like to take our time,
There’s no need to hurry where we’re going,
We could be there just in a moment if we wanted,
But we like to take the long way,
We do it the long way,
Looking down upon the old merry go round,
There’s just one way it’s turning,
And when we get there the music will play,
High on the hill, We do it the long way,
There’s a swing that swings between two oaks,
Where the branches have entwined,
It’s seat is made of heavy stone,
And the ropes are ancient vine,
It’s high up on two mountain peaks,
With an oak tree on top of each,
And far below where the water flows,
Only you can take me,
Take me the long way,
Well the country’s stained with acid rain,
From the people in their cars,
Racing here to there in time,
In time for quick departs,
But where’s it heading,
All the speed,
What’s the hurry,
What’s the need,
What will it take for them to slow down,
And take it the long way,
Let me take you the long way,
Yeh we know where we’re going
