Sick of the city, lumped in with all the pretty people You need a vacation somewhere that no one ever would dream to go Somewhere mundane, hop on the train, see where it goes Finish your ride, hop off and hide, now that you're finally alone Oh yeah, honey you're finally alone Oh yeah, oh Out in the country, tending to all the pretty cattle It turns out the cowboy dreams of the city, who could have ever known Hop on a plane, fly out to Spain, eat and die alone, yeah Pick up your bags, cure your jet lag, now that you're finally alone Oh yeah, honey you're finally alone Oh yeah, honey you're finally alone Oh yeah, honey you're finally alone Oh yeah, oh *