When we were young we'd dream of life downtown How grand it seemed Nights fueled by gin and cigarette clichées A dream How we'd stop for taxi cabs and chestnut stands But now I see We could head for mountains and I'd still be glad You're here with me Run away to the city Run away to the blue Blue skies yellow sea And I'll try to find the best things left in me And I'll try And I'll try to find the best things left in me And how we'd dream of far flung fields of gold We'd make the fare Pictures in travelbooks and anecdotes I'll find you there Run away to the city Run away to the sea Where you go I will follow And I'll try to find the best things left in me And I'll try And I'll try to find the best things left in me And I'll try And I'll try to find the best things left in me

Entspannt-groovige, romantisch-positive Folk Pop Ballade im Stil der 1970er mit eingängigen, gefühlvoll-verträumten, teils mehrstimmigen Vocals, leichten Gitarren und Piano, Retro Instrumenten wie Vocoder, Tape Flöten, Phaser Rhodes und sanften Synths sowie coolem Beat.