I grew up overshadowed by dormant tunnels
Couldn't catch the eye of no city boy

Here I am devoted to
How I love the way you look in your grey jeans
Can't believe I let the smog cloud my eye

Where the dormant tunnels stand
And the lush quarries surround
I'll ride my truck with you by my side

There's a whisper in the Winchester breeze
Reminding me of Matlida
That whisper builds
That whisper cries
Matlida in the morning skies

You appear on the horizon
Brushing that black hair from your eyes

The city folk with their fancy gadgets
Cement tunnels like grey tombs
Don't have nothin' on our way of life
Just listen to the cuckoos

Don't live your life like a city boy
Today might feel a time to be like a city boy
But that ain't no way to lead a life