Fisherman

I stop and wish again, that I was a fisherman
Trade a noisy highway for the sound of the sea
To know the mountain air, and make my stay up there
Don't feel much like singing in a place not meant for me

Well, darling, I don't fit here
And they don't understand you
While my friends are getting high
I'll tell you all my secrets and we'll sail away
And leave this town behind

Well, darling, I don't fit here
And they don't understand you
So while my friends are getting high
I'll tell you all my secrets and we'll sail away
And leave this town behind
Oh oh

Fingers all around us
But I don't really mind, oh oh
We'll leave this town behind

Fingers all around us
But I don't really mind, oh oh
We'll leave this town behind

And when your thoughts run wild
You got me by your side
There is nothing left for us on this side of the sea

Cause, darling, I don't fit here
And they don't understand you
So while my friends are getting high
I'll tell you all my secrets and we'll sail away
And leave this town behind