(Billy Bob Thornton/JD Andrew)
In a little beach town there′s a little blue
It's perched on the top of a hill
No judgmental birds are staring you down
Just neighbors named Jack and Jill
There′s a farmer's market every Saturday
People come from miles away
To buy local honey and tie-dye shirts
Nobody's ever in the way
There′s no freedom like the swift
They′re always flying
They don't have to stop to bathe or eat or
But vultures have to land where the dead are lying
After circling, smelling sickness in the sheep
Find your freedom
Your little kingdom
Where life′s not cheap
In a little beach town far away from the lights
Of the metro and the smog
We hear whispers of fear and whispers of hope
Rolling in with the fog
There's no freedom like the swift
They′re always flying
They don't have to stop to bathe or eat or sleep
But vultures have to land where the dead are lying
After circling, smelling sickness in the sheep
Find your freedom
Your little kingdom
Where life′s not cheap
There's no freedom like the swift
They're always flying
They don′t have to stop to bathe or eat or sleep
But vultures have to land where the dead are lying
After circling, smelling sickness in the sheep
Find your freedom
Your little kingdom
Where life′s not cheap
