Текст песни Spring Creek - Zach Winters

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
Were meant to care for the garden, east of Eden
Don't wreck your mind
On that infinite grind
You're meant for rest
Rest