I'm getting out of town on Sunday
I need to go where I can’t see
Or hear the sound of tires on the highway
I'm gonna find me some clear water
A cool place to rest from summer’s heat
And remind me again that life is full of green

But if you stay in the city
Don’t forget to feed your mind with something good

I'm getting out of town on Sunday
I need to breathe in deeply
And watch the sway of trees that weren’t planted
Swimming upstream from river otters
Watch them dive down to the bottom
And let them suggest to me that life is full of play

Adam and eve, you and me
We're meant to care for the garden, east of Eden
Don’t wreck your mind on that infinite grind
You’re meant for rest
Rest