We we're raised in the country's hillside
Dragged there, by our lovers, or our parents, overtime
I walked alone into the woods late at night
Hearing the highway in the distance I know I'm fine
The distance I know I'm fine
Drank from a river with my hands and I survived
Water in the country
Sometimes it's alright
It's nice out in the sunshine when the clouds are up high
I packed some snacks up in my book bag with some wine
We were raised in the country's hillside
Dragged there by our lovers, or our parents, overtime
I walked alone into the woods late at night
Hearing the highway in the distance I know I'm fine
The distance I know I'm fine
Drank from a river with my hands and I survived
Water in the country
Sometimes it's alright