I've seen my old friends in so many places
That I can't remember the names
And it takes me back home to all of the faces
Where my memories will always remain

I'm just bidin' my time
It's dust on my saddle it's
And clouds in my mind
I'm just bidin' my time
'till I leave this old city behind

I'm tired of the concret and people so busy
Their life's nothing more than a flame
And a fire burns inside me
In pastures are calling out
Find peace of mind once again

I'm just bidin' my time
It's dust on my saddle it's clouds in my mind
I'm just bidin' my time
'till I leave this old city behind

Oh listen to the trees can't
You feel the cool breeze
Isn't this the ways meant to be
I'm just bidin' my time
'till I leave this old city behind

'till I leave this old city behind

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): CHRIS HILLMAN, STEVE E HILL