I'm getting out of town on Sunday I need to go where I can’t see Or hear the sound of tires on the highway I'm gonna find me some clear water A cool place to rest from summer’s heat And remind me again that life is full of green But if you stay in the city Don’t forget to feed your mind with something good I'm getting out of town on Sunday I need to breathe in deeply And watch the sway of trees that weren’t planted Swimming upstream from river otters Watch them dive down to the bottom And let them suggest to me that life is full of play Adam and eve, you and me We're meant to care for the garden, east of Eden Don’t wreck your mind on that infinite grind You’re meant for rest Rest