I’ve been spoiled by the mountains and the woods and the fogged over hills.
The romance of the cold and the Hudson Wool blanket wrapped around me.
But here I make list after list and then run off to find some money.
‘Cause money, money only hates and it leaves me. Money’s not my friend.
Money, money only hates. It’s my X keeping me reeled in.
The city’s like a friend from childhood almost like... like distant kin.
In one breadth enraging and supporting all I’d ever want to do.
But the mountains are peace and the crickets are calm,
But I’d need an active job... keep my limbs tied on.
‘Cause money, money only hates and it leaves me. Money’s not my friend.
Money, money only hates. It’s my X keeping me reeled in.