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 home town

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 home town

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 home town