Besedila: America. Simple Life.

Life today is frittered away
You've got to simplify
Each in our own way, we live for today
And never know why

To stand in the road
And feel the wind blow
Across the sands of time
'Cause that's the simple life
You know I'd like to make it mine

Take your cars and your bars
And trade 'em all in for a nice wood fire
At the end of the day I know you will say
You couldn't get much higher

To stand in the road
And feel the wind blow
Across the sands of time
'Cause that's the simple life
You know I'd like to make it mine

To stand in the road
And feel the wind blow
Across the sands of time
'Cause that's the simple life
You know I'd like to make it mine
You know I'd like to make it mine
You know I'd like to make it mine