The Other Side

Folks round here don't know nothing about Paris
They don't care if the Tower of Pisa leans
They talk about the duck, the geese, the pheasant
They sing about the wind and rain
I rise with the sun in the morning
I do my chores just like a good girl should
At night, I lay awake and imagine
I'm far from this house, these fields and woods

Oh I wish I knew what it means to belong
Oh I wish I felt at home in my hometown
I've mined the memories of strangers
Who dine with us at night when they pass by
Tales of broken pride, of love and danger
I draw their stories brightly in my mind

Oh I wish I knew what it means to belong
Oh I wish I felt at home in my hometown
I'm saving up to buy myself a pony
As soon as I am old enough, I'll ride
This split rail fence ain't strong enough to hold me
There's a big world waiting on the other side

Oh I wish I knew what it means to belong
Oh I wish I felt at home in my hometown